"The Dream of Execution" and "Sun," by S.M.H.

The Dream Of Execution

Dream of horse jamming penis inside of dead mans face half eaten by pig by large teeth of horse by mute tongue of cow vomiting flesh up into thresher of jaws the dull eyes of cow glazed and blood spattered the mouth reddened fur on white creamy as udders spewing milk bears deer coyotes jerking off in white glots of heat on dead human bodies slayed without fear of god jerking off on dead human bodies mounted in odd poses torturing corpse assholes splayed towards sky like pornographic pages ripped and glued in collages jagged as dream of execution long as cock of horse shit-red with hunger of arousal the slit of death buried like a grave inside the dream of execution no crueler than any dream the light dark and silent as a crawlspace bodies sinking wordless in the muck dream of execution slick as blood the dream flowing into waking life like blood through veins light blue as glacial ice lit from interior by deep sun of dream of execution hanging men shifting in breeze their bowels slopping like bird droppings into the fecund ground the slit of their urethra blinking spud like a cat eye thin and curdish rheum yellow blood deflowering the soil belly up blood like hot come to flash all over its skin the deranged lilt of corpse eating dirt and seeds to sprout death blooming in belly muscles torn like webs of silk breaking in breeze bobbing on broken necks snapped with harsh rope of own body the dream of execution is the dream of the earth opening maw to swallow suffering and estrange the earthly body from the glow of its shackled flesh torso swollen like leech filled black blood clotted inside guts round as blood sausage dark and swole with fat the black glimmering like onyx holding color in its depth the abrasions of light clot on clot the clotted black blood clot on clot the abrasions of light blanche the blood the dark shimmers the light leaves long scars on dark meat the meat holds eternal squirm of time the wounds spread into field of wound into body of wound all porous to punch through the leech swells with black blood clotted black in blood clotted black the leech swells like the river it birthed from the river that spurred the hunger parasitic sucking like pigs on teat of fat mother plied with folds of fat leech bleaching skin with small teeth painting skin with brush of tongue the blood red and smeared with water over hair of arms of legs each carrying drops like dew on spine of grass the torso swollen like leech black clotted blood clotting black and blood clots forming like knotted rope of thick knots in rope knitted by finger plying strong to satisfy the need for death or strength the dream of execution is long and unforgiving and ends in the slow agony of squeals and prayers and dropped heads each crying for God or other spirits to whisk them away into dusk the dream of execution is long as a hallway black with dusk and prayers head snapped back taut rope squealing like pigs in pen of hunger snout grinding in mud the hog chewing other hog ground in the combine of dysfunction

Sun

sun burned in sky drugged and gummy as blood coagulating gash to gash earth sighing birthing is the devils work all come smells like fear land will rot in breeding meat hallucinating femur hallucinating bald eye glinting like hunting knife gored with blood black as basalt on forest floor bones waxing panic in atrocity of light bathing wood stone dense leaves packed by hooves of white tailed bucks voiding fear musky as crushed flowers deer tracks making small pools in mud holding larvae holding light dripping from canopy holding light serrated by twigs leaves long branches thick and muscled the woods exhaling fog from river bank moving like clouds of oil in water like clouds of dream in river dreaming corpses smothered to fertilize the bottom of muddy creek pocked with pebbles bones shining like flakes of ivory in light blanching trees rattling with cough of wind consumptive and hacking as hatchet blades gnawing logs with bits of iron river dreaming corpses filling shores like sand bags against the coming of the flood the river dreaming corpses barring extinction of its shores the water swelling pregnant with flood sun blurring mist of war in the shrieking of its burn birds warbling pain in the tender footed heat swarms of crickets weeping in the crackling of the flame the birds of prey whinnying for the dense murder of the day the furred creatures seizing in grand mal the seizure of their end

You can find S.M.H.'s other poems in The Eunuch here and here and here.

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