Memoirs of Bones

I lay flat on a mossy graveyard,
A majestic hall once upon a time,
And I await my resurrection to
Introduce a new age for the pirates,
Alas, the white rounded piece of
My elbow has itched for eternity,
The hollow area in my skull brought
Me chills over my body – dead body,
And sometimes it whistles loudly
To attract a creature’s attention,
Yet, only lizards and weird insects
Creep nearby, alas, no humans!
If I was fortunate to meet a mage:
Like a famous person in the old age
That was able to track the hidden
Golden charm under my ilium,
But that is a big enraging IF that
Effed me with delusional hopes
For a couple of mossy centuries,
And it’s itchy! – just go away –
Ah, look at the clock, it’s tea time!

Medals of Honour

The colossal design of our dimensional space
Has brought beings together, separated them,
Hung them on spiked bones, recreated an art
Of glorified war – they said on terrorism – well,
Glorify war all you want but when humans meet
They will only show an affectionate will to dream,
An immense emotional rush to move forward
Into peace, and yet, they said for our security
We shall go to war; for our peace, we shall
Deny it upon the world; and then, our financial
Disability kicks in to kick us out of our ancestors
As we applaud our men for their medals of honour.

Hunger Too

Wake me up when thou hearest
The cracks under thy foot
Of bones fractured –
Hallow thy day and
Hallow thy night –
Unrepairable fragments,
A touch of candlelit dinners.
O what thine hour awakest
A heart beseeches for innocent
Souls – betwixt good and evil –
I lie alone in this forsaken cave,
A haply meeting with humans
Dismembered for my tummy.
Foul their tongues –
Ah juicy eyes and brains when
Crushed ‘gainst one ‘nother,
And juicy their limbs –
Thou hast guts filled with disgust
Rotten meat, my wanion – sigh,
Erelong the meal shall be dropped,
Argh, still filled with thy rotten meat!
I feel sleep,
Hunger, too.