Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight! Awash in crimson-purple flows, Your sheen will dull with aching flesh: Palpating anatomic mounds Caressing, dancing, writhing round Your metal form- Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone, Then to probe the pounding, begging heart. And all the while the prey will howl Before they crumple; greet the mud- A taut and unbelieving jowl Will open out for giving blood- A vent from down below, Once a brutal show Of metal in the man. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder murder