Fixing And Mixing Cracked Skuls
Long births deep in womens sat
The coming out the heads bleeding cracks
Dragging cloth skin and screaming ghosts
So that cud magic and place birth back
On a torn off roof
From an eastern wind monsoon
The large house grazed on blew in
Six bulls stood sat and loomed
The grin on the heads round the neck
The stomachs were five each per
Crooked eyed looking down
Advice spelled out on arm leg sores
Mixed like bread feed and death sauce
Pushing into the hudged out brain
Soft skulls mended with tonguе and finger
But in the shape of pottеry maimed
Bodies together and limbs mixed around fur
And walked to the drum of the dead
And when that beat jumped out
It was on their own they fed
Pregnant with new stomach under the old
A color apart each holding diseases and mold
The head touched by flies and crossed red horns
Each with cow wisdom arms thoughtful fold
Fly eggs hatched and the heads emptied
The skulls sat and whistled under gold fur
The stomachs and heads thrown into enemies tend
Running big eyed screaming a cut into a whimper