Slicing Truth Like Biscuits

I am the mighty wall

you created

to shelter you

from Death climbing

baseboards of your existence.

My ears hearken to the words

of your lost soul.

Your scattered torso parts

are exposed

to my hungry naked eyes.

I hear and touch the drippings

of your notoriety, marching

in a formation of butchered

and shanghaied thoughts.

Your rancid flesh is spewed

by wails of debasement

as cruelty sticks

to my walls like Velcro.

You yell to my corners

but I can only rubberneck

as I unlock your filthy codes

with my listening key

and find your secrets.

A sodden liquor flows

from your reservoir,

adding to my burden,

shoring up

your angry thoughts.

You slice truth

like biscuits to my

gaping mouth,

anchored in my walls,

leading to your tomb

where I can no longer

H E A R   Y O U !