Cars cruise past
Dead souls behind the wheel
Corpses on street corners
Looking for business as they rot.
Decaying bodies fill the pubs
Another round going down
Maggots in the ashtrays.
Cinematic catafalques
Puss in the popcorn.
Butchers hang on their own hooks
Flesh freshly chewed as the meat decays.
Hospitals like circus tents
A legless body devouring Valium
A screaming child chewing a stranger.
Fire breaks out in the church
A holy barbecue smell throughout
For all the praying
The deaths are slow and painful
Their mouths turn in on themselves
Black smoke, black souls.
Man in the street
Stares at his watch through acidic eyes.
It’s stopped, of course.

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