I writhe serpentine
Slither into your mind's
farthest reach
A little corner of Hell
Endhouse backyard
served as an execution chamber
Pets drown in their cages
Across the street
backyards dropped
into an alleyway
There, compost twists the guts into knots
Feel the roll
Expect the coil to anchor me to the spot
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