By J. Rohr No clue whose bones Feed the forget me nots Rumors whisper Of a hangman’s knot A penniless pauper In a rich man’s plot An angel owed What the devil got Yet though victims are a loss The guilty remain Strung upon the cross By barbed wire cord Leaking ruby rivers Pilgrims merrily ford To pull meat off the buffet Hallelujah hurray One heaven stretched hand at a time Because sacrificial screaming Is a dinner bell divine #DarkPoetsClub #DarkHumourBitterIrony
By Ping Yi Your RHR (Resting Heart Rate) is Elevated, 19% above average, a Yellow Recovery, your Doom capitalised by late capitalism, your guilt and shame acronymised for neuro-linguistically programmed action: yer gonna pop it, lose it, miss all the nice things ya flogged yer life for, like this wristbound earthbound tricorder, sighcorder telling ya yer health sucks, telling ya life sucks… I know my health: no time, excessive work and food, zero sleep, my metrics winning int
By Angela Wye Feet quietly trespassing to night-fire the gun. The moonlight tracking the bullet to the prey. Then the death throws halted with a whack from a stick. Food to go, raw and real, cooked crudely, unmatched to the pages of a recipe book stained from the past endeavours of fancy gluttony. #DarkPoetsClub #DarkHumourBitterIrony
