Arctic meat disguised
in ashes of decency.
Ventricles heaving treachery;
rash chops rumbling
grounds for vengeance.
I frequent his sorry mouth;
scuttling amid craters, provoking caps and alluring molars.
Resting my head upon his plaque I listen
as he petitions pathetic tactics.
A corrupt tongue thrashes my internal abrasions;
before spitting me out to dry
next to our stained flag.
I heave dogma and doctrines
at his decaying gums.
Spotted reclining on a chase in Texas ,
as innocent feet continue to march in quicksand.
Petroleum can’t purify a desecrated core.
Atop his maw I’ll strip bare-
shedding my veil of compliance,
advertising my decorum for every one to see.
Serena Spinello © 2007