The Book of Flesh 1

We rise

We rise from an ocean of blood
Us servants of the Flesh Mother
We go because we must
We go towards death
Only at night will we quietly slip into bottomless holes
Dreaming about a war against ourselves

The Forest

A forest of trees made of bones on them hanged men
The wind rocks them lightly
They hanged themselves on their own entrails
Because they saw
The lake
Of eyes
Ethereal

The Guardian

A giant stands beside the road
His legs are like columns of failure
Without a face, without bosses
He doesn’t fear God
With a sword like a skyscraper,
He cuts unfortunate pilgrims
Wanderers of ways

The Dictator

He made his own pulpit
From teeth from legs from heads
He stands behind it and orders
His poor people
When the time comes
They will tear him to pieces

About a head

This is a head like a mountain
This is a head like a hill
The fortunate ones are let to pass
The unfortunate ones are crushed
Between the teeth
Like buildings

Jacuzzi

They lay in the bloody jacuzzi
A man and two women
The man has a severed throat
And laughs uncontrollably
The girls are traps for the unthinking
They lay in the bloody Jacuzzi
With bubbles

The Mountain

Mountain and on it million crosses
Punished, outstretched, naked
Millions of unfinished Christs
Weeping quietly

The Hammock

Hammock made of skin
And on it
A being without skin
Bleeding
Screaming
To the heavens

The Tower

The tower screams, screams into the night
There is no tower like it you want to climb to the highest floor
To look at everything that is and sight with a million dreams
It is not a light house
it is a trap
You know you want to give it your bones but there is a rescue
You need to kill someone throw them form the highest floor
This a tower of murderers made from a million bones
You are one of them

The Abyss

And in the very center of everything
There is the abyss endless unknown
They tried to lower themselves on the rope
The hole astronauts
They came back without eyes but with ideas
Endless personalities

The Sword

The sword stuck in the rock
Made of bones and flesh
The one blade
Millions of heroes tried to pull it out
They died from the exertion
They were added to the treasure room

The Flesh Sharpers

The Flesh Sharpers quiet experts
Their highest art creates everything
Nobody knows about their endless work
They can walk unseen
Only the Flesh Mother knows about them
They lay in her arms every day

The Diplomat

He came from the land of technological
With books, rhetoric, Prometheus under his shoulder
But he didn’t rise from the sea of blood
So nobody understood him
They killed him and erased his name

Lighting

Lighting like a light house
The gigant of the endless depths
He gathers cohorts of pilgrims
And eats every one of them like a sardine
This is their fate

Wounded

Wounded giant with a wound springing forth a river
He tries to pluck it with his hand
He doesn’t succeed is pours from his constantly
He screams when pilgrims bathe in his blood
He kills one or the other as a lesson
He will suck all this blood into him one day
And fly away to better lands

The Eye

And everything is beholden by an eye
Eye over all eyes
Biological telescope
It slowly goes insane
Its insanity is poured into visions
Flowing down into the throats of pilgrims
And then they write, sing, dance
Until these human batteries deplete

The Shroud

Pull the shroud from the skin
You will see the theater of organs
Wringing entrails
Pull the shroud of eyelids
You will see more than you want
The new human will be born

The Armor

The great armored crab
Straight from the ocean of blood
Tramples the little men under him
But one little man mocks him
And mocking is almost like ruling
He announced a congress
Of the crab annihilator party
All who must came
Nothing changed

The Fanatic

He sits in this hole for twenty years
Nobody can pull him out
This is the fanatic of hols the great spelaeologist
Nobody can talk him out of it
And he doesn’t yield to anyone

The Factory

In the greatest depths of the Flesh Mother there are factories
Factories of flesh
They entangles the giants and cut them to pieces
One after another
Day after day
The happy customers don’t mind the process
Because it gives them meat
And we love meat because we are meat

The Crowds

The crowds the cohorts something calls
Bastions of weapons before dreams
They don’t know almost every of them will die
To the position and come with us
Join the human-human war

The Rumbling

The rumbling giant gives the rhythm
To the crowds of dancing pilgrims
They dance until they steal the moon
And the earth splits and a thing is seen
Thing above all things

The River

I stand by the river of blood I cast my words at it they fell flat on the face
Instead I listen as it whispers the secrets of universe to me
Many heard it and swam towards eternity
But I stand like a stone unmovable
I taste iron in the air