In an empty pointless pointed building
Eris stands before the altar
The blood of man on walls unwanted
The elderly at home instead
But in Canberra beds
Every Friday night parishioners
Privileged girls give votive offerings
Cutting deep on tender thigh
5 comments:
Eh.
Eh? You want explanation?
Sorry, meant "Meh". Or, "Bit melodramatic don't you think".
Certainly melodramatic, naive, doesn't scan, has no metre nor rhythm and is without substance, that's a bit the point of the exercise.
Not worthy of Eris, beware!
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