we are the fine liquid that comes
emerging, rising, oozing
from the master’s mouth as he takes
his last vital breath and proceeds
to choke on his own dissatisfaction
his heart is broken
imploded, crushed
bits and pieces of his own
sorry discontentment
we are the strange substance coarsing
through the demon’s veins
as he sends your mother to death
and torture
for her sins
we are the marrow seeping
through cracks in your stench-ridden
rotting and decomposing dog
your family’s friend for years
seeping through his bones
until it pollutes the very soil
on which it lays
we are the sweat
the blood, the tears
of the wicked
damned and tormented
the meak and strong
the lovers, fighters
haters and saints
