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
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