Poems from Howitzer
Tortured, by DemonsOn their descent, these men bornOf wicked way, surgeThrough scorching pits, whilst begging,For any form, of mercy
Born, with a strange taste,This man, chews on some newborn's,Succulent organs,As he satisfies his vastAppetite, in these late hours
Her white Silhouette,Weaves through weeping, tangled trees,Of this once thrivingMarshland, as her screeching wails,Bear this man's, looming...