OLCHAR E. LINDSANN

Repast

Her skull by the falling mob was flaterned

And how her baby-blues did bulge and pop

Spurting eye-juice to the corner of the room

Where a crib with a baby and a mop

Was leaning on the wall in the gloom.

The baby, cooing, tasted this manna

And pronounced it better than

Joggers' knees and mashed bananas

                        J.A.Withers Smote,

              Librarian for the Criminally Insane

The third night,—how shall I tell it?—but you have bid me to go on. All the horrible and loathesome excruciations of famine had been undergone; the disunion of every tie of the heart, of passion, of nature, had commenced.

                        Maturin, Melmoth the Wanderer, Vol. II, Chapt. 9.

                                        ...and as bread
Is raven'd up through hunger, th' uppermost
Did so apply his fangs to th' other's brain,
Where the spine joins it.

                        Dante, The Inferno, Canto XXXIII.

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Too close to me, their skins a-swarm with pests,

   the sickening, sweet scent of their decay

slides round the close-cramped walls, then back to me.

And ravening, and grieved, I shiver lest

   my flesh in them, my blood, should eat away

   my own flesh; all my grief is scourged and whipped

by fear and fasting, forced in shame to flee.

Alive, alone, I shudder to ingest

   this gift that's grown from their beloved clay.

Enclosed in stone, it was ordained that we                            

   must dine now thus: these forms whose flesh I strip,

who suckled once from me, and whom I bore,

   I now feed from; they leave upon my lips

the blood that they once hosted—mine once more.

     Triumph

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A whole glorious din reached his ears.

        -Villiers de l'Isle-Adam, Vox Populi

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victory like an immense snake

                  its head of

      gold like a maelstrom of wheels

words for the over dust springs flock like a mercy of swallows

      to drown in the sky victory

            likes its flashing of the

            embraced by crowds of skin

slunk off into tsud the sky victory shouting

 merrily with slleb blind tripping down the

   clouds leak stairway slipping drawn by fleas and

     cats men women claws teeth fur skin light gold

   skinning the clouds victory

 medusa drowns in fleshy seas gulps heads yb eht

convulsion dusts the ground her crawling with or hair she swallows

      victory creaking forward

      like a raft its lashes slipping

      kissed by water dust

      dying triumphant drunk

            o honey

            o joy

            o blood