In The Magic Night Of Black Star Death Poem by Alex Roth

irrational caves dwell within
circling animals hungry for flesh
to devour and satisfy the hour

kingdoms wither in the fur of decadence
lined with piled skins of slaves sticking
to the mind of time rocking in futility
worshiping utility in western awe…

…release the sounds penetrating recollections of reincarnation
laughing maniacal philosophers take turns creating fascists
endless goosesteps of religion force freedom onto bloody pikes…

--listen to the woman in the wind she is bound in rains—

empty the seasons of their platelets
the mirror is the knight we defend
the slaughter lunges for light like roses…

the blessed liquor of Lethe
gives Poe no glimpse of nepenthe
as raving bones screech starvation…