there lie the ashes
breathing and pulsating
in every heart and every corner
a raging wind scattered them
to every corner of the earth
in revolt
in caution
of men who descend from
an unnamed savage planet
to plunder
to loot
to rob the fair one
of her modesty;
to feast upon a body
bereft of soul
to feast upon dead flesh
to drink up the cuddling blood
hark, the ashes do speak
have a heart...
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