STEEL COFFINS
Over a myriad of winters
I, haunted by howling lullabies,
A burning inferno in my infantile forge
Deformed my vitreous corpus
A glowing needle of faith
Sewed shut my Eyes of doubts
A giant forge hammer in my hands
I stand guard at sun and moon
Over my rotten childhood
A layered dungeon of fear
Raised up to cliffs
At my unendurable blackened sea
Out of this gaping wound they creep out
As starving maggots from a dried-out carcass
Resurrected creatures I cut in pieces
Knee-deep in their freshly skinned flesh
Frantically, incessantly I forged the iron
For thousands of coffins
Heaviest steel overloaded with their bloody bones
To exile them over the cliffs back into my blackest sea
Ignite the fire!
Tend the fire!
I infuriate the burning flame
Raise the hammer!
Strike the hammer!
I forge the iron to heaviest steel
Slay the creature!
Skin the creature!
I throw the bones on the steel
Fill the coffin!
Exile the coffin!
Over the cliffs to the sea!
