Dear Sausage

he walks a desolate mile

marking every bush on the block

dousing flames with an arc of gold

searching for some final truth

and at the gate

where the boneless meet

we melt and merge back into the sea

i'm living in a mystery drinking blood, sap, milk, and wine

but in the grass a narrow snake lies solid and defined

our poor sick rose

in disordered clothes

crushes grapes in clusters with her toes

she is not flesh and blood

she is vaccine

she wears two faces -

the savage and serene

our poor sick rose

in disordered clothes

squeezes juice into her cup of gold

scarlet rain

creature comfort and pain

jack o'lantern, death's head smile

bodiless mask of fright!

and at the gate

where the boneless meet

we melt and merge back into the sea

my heart was pinched to death

and locked in the attic room

i was wearing two faces

the privileged and the doomed

our poor sick rose

in disordered clothes

crushes grapes in clusters with her toes

there's a mechanized greed

that dons the mask of nature

living under a dark cloud

but over the weather

and at the gate

where the boneless meet

we melt and merge back into the sea

it feels so nice...

but i demand a sacrifice!!

can someone direct me to the cemetary?