The Vessel

The Vessel

“The Vessel”

Sealed inside mortar,
Via mobile machine,
She is sick from the failure,
Sudden lacrimation of juices,
Crushed bones hold dementia,
Digging and spinning,
Diagnostic congealing,
She is lucrative to this pleasure,
Fingers in the mouths of vermin,
Sealed inside mortal,
Untied sacks of hostility,
She is a filter to this entropy,
Sponge to the saliva,
Cruel skin cloaks dissension,
Coiling and ripping,
Enigmatic concealing,
She is the perpetual in function,
Wrapped and distended,
Sealed inside mortar.

© 2005
Christopher E. Vaughn
(inspired by Clive Barker)


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