by Nick Gisburne
Suspended from the sacrificial tree
An offering of reverence and greed
Monstrosities, erupting from the sea
Inspect my broken body as I bleed
Assaulted by emotion, empty, weak
Their presence chokes the marrow of my bones
A light, a life, is all these creatures seek
Selected by a casting of the stones
A pin could surely prick the deadly hush
A fog of menace suffocates the sky
The scavengers, retreating with a rush
Anticipate my final, fatal sigh
When all my strength and stamina have fled
My soul will feed the children of the dead
