Gutmaster 5 - How High Can You Hang Poem by James McLain

Woman, loud now you cry,
I can only ask you.why?
No one has even chained you yet,
to the bloody wall.

Look at all of the yellow tears cried there,
White as powdered snow.
Drifting down the alleyways so everyone
Will know.

Time how much time, would you wast,
Could you even last?
Then hurry up and come!
Come here to wear you were when last.


Those chains you made,
before even Caligula found you so infatuating.
Come, come here and climb,
Climb up the wall and moving you are not.

Impaled in place they still try to move
they are your hands and feet.
You would come again, to know your fate,
I can hear the sound of your heart beat.