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Veined casket kept close

Pale sheen shines from the slope

Guided swiftly to my own grave

Eyes sullen red shift stains

Say my name.

Rope’s too slow, saving prayers, chanting names

Close the circle by wire and frame

Sputter sick fires around

Rot caked stone crack against teeth

Say my name.

Christened by the dead planetary scenes

Rose colored stars bend low to heave

With incense to kiss lips with flecks of gore testing impurity

Supplicants call, the cycle remains, cracked whips of slavery

Say my name.