BOOK III: LEVITICUS

|*| They danced on graves, they sang in tombs |*|

Buried three seeds in a washed out womb.

Then, at paranoia’s poison door:

Begged for power, howled for more.

See children swallowing; as monsters feed.

See soldiers following; as madmen lead.

In history’s pool, through waters muddy,

The light of dawn comes dim, and bloody.