Guilt cog

the hourless clock
grinds
the cogs
the ones w/ bones of matchsticks
& pudding
& tears
of
venomous
fertilizers
the ones at the margin
of
lowdown
being
the ones of the DDT
pasture
like pigs on the rainbow
& sluts
at the Vatican's golden
doorstep

the hourless clock grinds the cogs
spills the abattoir children
swallows the daylight
to waste out
regret
& lie at the bottom
of
murder

the hourless clock makes you
guilty...

of all lives stuck in the wheelturn

so sigh & roar, you Angel Child
while tore apart
by the panic
dictator
& beg for regret
at lunacy's
door

to find no way out
of the
death trap