Malleus Maleficarum
Cursed little things
Winged needles
menace wrapped up in masked innocence
thrown amongst the sheep
they welcome with daggers
in cheek; the agendas of men
Your eyes squint unwarily
to decipher
our flight: A magnum opus
-you chart with crude tools
and bleed your hands
where nude images remain
Nimble nymphs
Darting through open twilight
Sway, sway
Those limber arches
Those weapons of mass seduction
Then come away
The lioness taunts her prey
Like open scissors
Waiting to cut tongue
and petty things
molded in between legs
of god’s perfect creature- Man. Hah!
Retract claws a while
Beguile with a smile
With lingered malice in a cup
Drink it up! drink it up!
Still a sly hiss
though wicked
remains empty
to a gluttonous ego
but an illusion:
a chorus of lust
at their command-
and the smile remain unnoticed
Lexis bend the mind,
puzzle, and enchant
with hollow clichés;
for the pallid throats
waiting to be quenched
by double edged swords
seeping sweet nectar
in the world of men
-though the poison speaks of certain death
men are deaf, blind to the other half
of the mirror
-better a fool
than a witch’s familiar
Drink up!Drink up!
tonight We shall feast on ancient slab
tomorrow the square will be empty
*an old work from 2012. Malleus Maleficarum the witch hunter’s manual*
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