Ash Heads Poem by Debora Short

Polycephaly’s stinking yellowed breathe-s
Corrupt hands stained with nasty nicotine
Two hundred Hepatic eyes
Swig one too many bottles of gin
Swinging in vicious lampoon
Not unlike those
Murderous plunderers who steal
A cat’s last broken life
Scores of invertebrate cowards
Drunken dancers, just tiny virtual
Balloons Swinging in the wind
Swollen selves easily popped
Typhon’s one hundred
Ill-spirited heads so un-coveted
Preying on innocent angels, puppies and kittens
Alas, that heartless serpent vessel now
Zeus Lassoed ~ casting its many ugly- headed
Visage down under Aetna’s most productive vineyards
Existing now only in grisly frying molten spews just
Destined bits of pumiced ash