Electric Death

We are ushered into the world as unwilling servants
We are ushered into the world to be slaves of the serpent
The dog chants loudly as he chases my dying carcass
Slip slowly aside into disorder's gentle caress
Breathe your last breath as he closes his vicious jaws
Teeth sever your flesh as you meet death's cold reality
Look forth without wonderment, without vitality

© 1993, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved