INCOMING WOUNDED

Incoming wounded:
Spoonfed obstetricians make your heart beat faster.
Letters addressed to pockmarked pancreatic pen-pushing panderers,
Tell of tents being raised in the night.

Incoming wounded:
Scrape the shrapnel off  my heart with a hunting knife 
Weeping widow, and sit shivah in your soft cardboard glory.
Because Pity flows for you out of my armpits and down my torseau.

I desire to be inspired by the fire of your loins,
But your head looks out of place on those stupid dollar coins.
So I emailed your abnormality to Marnie Footkeenschlaffer,
Kiss me for it now.

And the blood of a Martyr flows through the streets of Brooklyn,
Just desert of a headless jehovah's witness decapitated like a dandelion; 
"Mama had a baby and its head fell off, hipster jerkoff".

Incoming wounded lick your wombs,
Little buttercups drenched with blood of Mike Noones.
Arm hair burnt by the earwax of your Momma,
Her face lift performed in the Fisher Price night by Doogie.

Incoming wounded shave your chests,
Rip out each excess nose hair,
Bury your pain beneath those barbed wire cucumberfuckers 
That accuse you of being a prude.

Incoming wounded,
Sadly no beds to spare,
Incoming wounded,
Who will write your prayer?

me.

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