Deathcult Poem by Marton Dezso

Deathcult



dark upon dark. scar upon scar.
dressing up for funeral.

the priest is wise! the priest sees far!
blesses, kills and buries: wall.

crimson robe on yellow shoulder.
a sack, holding the smell of men.

tears up fences, gardens:
evergreen hair of dead.

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