We sought consultation
They said look be patient
We think you have a case
Redact but don’t erase
Smiling to his face
Behind him digging graves
You will taste
Of my hate
Of my haste
In anger
Of my obeisance
To hidden laws
Your facelessness makes you naked
Your complacence sealed your fate
But my mace caved your face in
If you could see the things I’ve said about you
Downward not sideways the wrist worn wound
Sack so tight and dark you remember the womb
Dead in a river but born in the Coombe.
Alchemisland 
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