Sunday, February 16, 2014

Cosmic Grind

Placate otherworld gods
With sex and violence.
Sacrifice flesh and blood
To tentacled idols.

Feel the pulsating throb
Of an eldritch drumbeat.
Let that sound drown your soul
In orgiastic bliss.

Enter the manic press;
Gyrate with strange beings.
Lose your body and mind
To that fanatic mob.

Copulate with creatures
Painted red head-to-toe.
Embrace inhuman forms
In rites of carnal lust.

Lay a crimson-skinned wretch
Upon a black altar.
Slit the thing’s offered throat
To open cosmic doors.

Shudder with ecstasy
As the gore-stained ground quakes.
Spy the summoned arrive
In a protean mass.

March toward a mad god
Quivering with delight.
Leap though its gnashing maw
To be ground into dust.

Originally published in Infernal Ink Magazine, Vol. 1, Issue 2, October 2012.
Poem copyright © 2012 Richard H. Fay

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