Move forwar

Fork in road
lost and Loaded
fast becoming
gross and rotted

a comrade’s Aid    
laid plates of steel,
forged Gorgeously
an armoire Shield

spoons from wives
knives for foes
ties and knots
brought aches
two oh’s

naps with kins,
drying
muddy hands,
men and women
dying,
blood stained pants

that Eve of night
A dam went down
tears and wines
sin the sound

in the ground,
still, the fork
crossed the T,
hence necessary:
SpOrkS

Pleas Die Agnostic

you’re an excuse
waiting to be executed
quite reserved for quiet nerves
you rid dull words of truth

swift comes the introduction
injected to subdue
improperly administered
repentance quick ensues

like a prism sweating color
your body starts to swell up
blushing, the pressure grows some
a blood rush fast develops

you’re vehemently petrified
terrified by the violence
imminently mortified
you’re paralyzed in silence

gelatin’s arrival
the second shot in vain
half at least consumed
you’re presumed deceased at 5:15

you hear the victims’ celebration
through the mere roar, a buffet
savoring the severe gore
no more salivation from your prey

backed into a coroner
you’re checked
far from stale or pale
your name is signed in mate

you suffocate alive
inside your mind awake
in the pen dents a testament:
Died without complaint.