Very Bad Archive
death row
shaun hull
morning breaks like a crack shot through bone
the needs are frightening that i must possess
this hunger in my womb
head out to trenches
crawling on concrete blood
tanks and diesel
mortars and pestle
clouds of promise
blind my way
the kings in control
but the ghosts
are there
and their
and they’re
in hoods of faith
to cut the cord
steal down the path of deaths holy trail
hide from satins cape in tombs with idols they set ablaze
craters of remains hold pieces of flesh and baby’s breath
wretched with veil wrapped tight to skirmish no eyes
reaching sanctuary for my supply
around and around
to face it again
and again
and
again
past bloody sheets
car parts for limbs
sparkplug fingers
transmission torsos
naked in hells kitchen
i die
for daily bread
today life goes
and goes
not within me
and without me
down a baghdad
death row
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shaun hull has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of shaun's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of shaun's latest works: