Anvil carbon precious weight 

Pressed down upon the head 

A tepid oaf knows not of life 

But loss to grieve instead

 

Time dissolves in ether, softly

Creeping down the spine

To knuckles white;

A system tightens grip along a line 

 

He speaks no breath to friend but

Gilded throne of auric flesh 

Oxblood sores encrusted deeply

Sporting boastful crest

 

Like shit to fur! the jeweled scabs;

Regret rips open twice 

Deep in planet clay he sinks

Forced focus voided vice—

 

To light, Hush! For temptation lingers 

Charmingly in ear 

The sweetest coo of chance floats by,

Fate idly inching near 

 

This sweetest breeze stands grays 

On spotted neck to rigid bristle 

Rot rapacious warping clock

To earth returns the gristle