A Halloween Circus of the Dead…why yes, how could I resist? This poem was written for Late-Night Poet’s upcoming show. If you’re at all the squeamish kind, I’d say look away!
Something Hidden
Prepare your flesh for initiation,
grief and fear cleverly disguised.
Intricate tribal lacerations,
runes carved in strict designs.
Spread the skin taut and wide.
Slather gypsum mixed with clay.
Join me in the jungle deep.
Embrace your inner crazy.
Patterns carved with river rock
after a swill, the outline’s hazy.
Stenciled in cremation ash
to form the ritual engravings.
Fan the flames overhead,
guideposts garish, rough, and red.
The power of the wolf
must be frequently fed.
Flesh exposed;
legs spread;
honor obliterated;
awaken the dead.
Evil just lies dormant
in the body’s
next adornment.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
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