happy

happy happy hallowed eve; happy birthday, my dear friend, steve happy is the night. brought out, like so many candles. blown away, like so many fallen leaves. burnt up, like so many fleshly desires. burning remains, illuminate the scourge. scour the hour, for your source of power and bring the diseased their fruit. masticated bones, gnawed by the truth. there is no more flesh to be chewed. beaten by so many truths. copyright, terri l. gillentine. 2009