you threw all of us down this boiling kettle oarsmen and hangmen alike together tender meat for your loathsome meal trading thousands of promises for their grief stricken brides their tears your salt their solitude your spices nobody ventured this far to put up with your illusion and offer body and soul as a reward we re not thankful i m not forgiving this big lie you ve sold to the broken ones fulfilling nothing but a cardinal instinct swirling tails and edentate smiles the backdrop of your demise when you let the mermaid s curtain wrap your thoughts and bow to its reign this is our lament to the unchosen hosts their supper our last breath made chants torn out with a stern vigor by your very own scarlet mouths love made lust for grinding teeths sliding down the scales of our defeat your need to fill the vacuity of your existence matches my call for a moment of validation our sour contentment