you crush its skull with a sickening crunch.
stuck to the sand, ground into foaming paste

slowly seeping into me, your grimy iridescence sticks
to my feathers, stringy and black and white and grey.

inside my corpse your hundred children, yours and mine, thousand curses, rot and pulse with life

glancing at it only briefly, deceptively, obscuring the
tar-black depth of the swirling, sprawling maggot spiral
and within it, the hundred teeth in
a hundred mouths chant in unison;

may your children grow weak and sickly
and may your body fall apart
may you never again draw a full breath
may your hair fall out and teeth grow brittle,
your bread rotten and graves desolate
and may there always be something gnawing at your heart,
may the thorns pierce you and from it a new harvest fester

may sleep evade you, may not a single piece of art move you
may colours grow dull and song discordant
may your tools break and work stagnate
may the golden thorn take your daughters
as brides and sons as meat
may you forget even the depth of your own sin
so that you lack a reason to suffer

may a hundred bleed
and a hundred more fall ill
may your steel, enormous and in a hundred shapes,
always bleed its dry rust into sea
may you know nothing but agony and hunger for the rest of days

never to see a sliver of the divine, not even the trim of his gown, and may your waters be made bitter as descends upon you ⵮⡴ɳࠠ╗⑧ᙥ᭤ጠੌ❯ॲ┧ṬఠᅲխṤᕷ⩯ᕨⱯ❡ⵥ

may you doze off as sparks flutter down from your wires and may your lungs turn to black, dry charcoal
may your lover leave you, your friends betray you,
the great big industrial machine crush you under its weight

may you and your children suffer for what you have done for the rest of eternity, and may the suffering be grotesque and farcical

may you grow sick and die
may you rot in the ground for a hundred years
may a hundred needles pierce your flesh
may your house burn and your name tarnish
may whatever it is that contains that last little spark in you shatter and may its last embers leave you
and may not even the dignity of death save you