Imperfect Circle
“Follow,
A Pale Prince
Commodore Carnage
Decorated with the Bones of the Dead
He Sits High
On His Slavering Steed,
The Pony’s Knees Buckle
The Boiling Bastard Bounces his Bottom
Breaking This Mammal’s Back
Biting His Bridle Bit
This Ancient Animal Arder of Order
Surveys
Scolding
Scorchering
Bodies
Struggling to Stand
A Line of Spirit Formed
Following Suffering Spirits
In A Frozen Prison
Their Voices
Hollow Haunts
Transmitted Through
Congolese Glass, Bought with Blood
Typed and Tempered on this Rune
In Tune with a
TRAP
Eye Never Dreamed
Our Whispsers Would be Absorbed
Assaulted and Vaulted
In a Silicon Steel
Honey Glazed Jar
Kaptain Kuklos,
The Ancient Animal
Surveys the Singing Saints
Humans, the empathetic kind,
The Heat Above Them