you, he, she, it, them, not us

arms straight

devil strengthened

clutching that silver piece

loaded with six shots of infamy

barrel pregnant with fire

the curtain draws, the shroud rising

you close your eyes as the sinews pull

unleashing your democracy of opinions

your congress bedding you with security

found only in the rest of the troupe

it is a merry play, a colorful performance

as my head fractures against the floor

six even holes

the applause, the hilarity of it all

not coming to close to the macabre amusement

found sliding across the audience’s eyes

screwtape sits in the back laughing

he’ll fuck you tomorrow