a jar

that jar beside my mothers bed side mother side my milky fingers salvador bent severed offspring chills me rapier deep into my throat taken so often like that often taken will trusts no one but his own hand thrust he will deadened trees corpses cleanly strewn the subterfuge, arcane and roped, has failed its motley ruse of crustacean clad steamship crews whosefathers left them? single drowned and bloated silken maidens all stead fast in two by two rows amuck and brought low asunder by gods partial blows\ to good men meat and the wicked meal the dead of want rippled barley stenched i sit amongst you dreaming endless lines still about this chaotic mooring of trains that spill their livestock diurnally into onto under sycamore's semen coated folly