INFERNAL
POETRY OF
K
A R N I M A T A
rat-king
with tiaras of tampons and syringes!
old
and filthy heroin, veins like tunnels of blood
i
see in dreams.
in
the kingdom of filth below the concrete
they
reign with the regalia of sewage,
preying
on the foeti of flesh and trash,
constantly
pushing
pushing
pushing
all
mankind to the edge
with
disease and filth
always
swaying as if in the wind a mobile
adorned with the
bones and teeth of our children,
in
an eternal oscillation
between
extinction and world dominance,
but
indeed
when
all comes about,
shall
not health be stolen from the pure,
shall
not the ruby crown and spire be confiscated
from
every prince and princess,
shall
not all emperial jewellery flush down the toilet
and
shall not the satin bed of Shekhinah spoil with menarche
before
the last one dies the death of abdication?
this
is a world of rats
with
humans on top of it
as
a sardonic embellishment,
or as a facade to
the hostile, black void around it.
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