Whicker Man Bleeds Poem by Kevin Patrick

Come into the house of full dissection
Where embalming hearts are left with pleasure And the wallpapers drip red and sanguine
On cuneiform patterns of Vaseline tissues
The shock absorbed molds on crumbled faces While entrails wire into stinking plug sockets As Aztec loveseats make a conversational pieces Piled in the mound is the flesh’s Cryoscopic But no one protests the hoary residue
While their engaged with amateur surgeons Carving the bridesmaids into complex Sudoku’s
The MC revels in the masque of decadence But cannibals make the most polite dinner guest Even though they nag of the undercooked breast
But you wouldn’t know the taste of innocence
When its sucked dry into destinies servants

The whicker man bleeds in the hour of Samhein
In the hour of samhein
the hour of samhein