Experiment 11
The Crank
The Crank
Once more the jaws of evil are clanking
Gnawing the putrified dead albow skin
Of our fellow citizen, crumped
to the oxes by a breath of brandy
wicked as ragwort after a summer storm
In the depths of poison parsnips
where the dandelions flourish amongst
Cabbages and Exacerbated
By the soul of Sugarstoves
I shall fight on until the last
Bloodridden toenail has
Banquished under my sword
Of forgivnes androshpilism.
For the end has come for
the soul of
dead elbows.