Dance in the Morgue

third eye iv by ephynephryn

third eye iv by ephynephryn


I flashed horror
at the dance in the morgue
sacks of flesh torn and wobbled
bent lopsided smothered
by the ancient “ahor”

I swallowed my screams
and recited Wolfe’s mantras
while clown pranksters
told incoherent jokes
by the light of
acid washed
campfires

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