JELLIED GUILLOTINE

By Mike Hynde

I am wheeled out of my play pen

A stern face on my shiny steel blade

The crowds flock around like crows

Bursting and eager to know

Will eyeballs fly out

Radiant and wild

Or simply flop

On her cheeks each side

Dark shadows

Perhaps old blood splatter

Now jellified on my wooden frame

Appear to breathe

From all its uses

Time and time again

A story of pure horror

Pleads of mercy ignored

Infatuations’ of striking virgin flesh

‘Strike now, fall now, I implore’

My blade eager to consume

Her soul and every last dreg

A crystallised font awaits

The anointment of her head

As my blade splinters bone

Elastic sinews fly out in fright

Some tethered, others hanging

On frozen faces

An adoring sight

Like red shoe laces

A little ‘memento’

Of how we entertain

Around the place

And now my task is done

I command I'm left unclean

I serve as a warning

To all others awaiting me

And when I'm next seen

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