Ethay Igspay.

Rows of shelves counted twelve
with idols built of man.
Dirt and clay spilled ashes
which were gained and weaved
by the richest of thieves
and wisdom found its way out.

“So just take your time
and for God’s sake
bind her legs
and tie her arms to a post,” said the snow.

Create a day of nine
with Russian fractions of swine,
which was fled by men,
who forced life through powerlines
and whitetails found their way out.

“So just take a risk
and for my sake
paint my corpse
and lay it in some gold.

So just take you mind
and for God’s sake
down some pills
and vomit some kind of brilliance,” said the rust.

The pigs took her away.
And the pigs took her away.