Death on a Pole
Nicke Hagen
Hogtied on a pole
Looking up onto the sky
His face is sweaty
A putrid stench as it turns dry
Clenching fist whitening
A mad grin slowly forms
As the rope is tightening
The actor’s blood runs warm
Death on a pole
Chanting in forgotten tongues
Intensely strangulate
Gurgling bloody mucus spews from the lungs
Crown of thorns penetrate
Brutal form of death
Rusty dagger in the gut
Reenactment of the final breath
Of the saviour of man
Death on a pole
I found you on the roadside
The perfect body for my game
We all got sin my children
To repent
You don’t really get to chose
Can’t you see I have an urge to act my play?
You look just like in my all seeing dream
Let the show begin
Death on a pole