eternal harvest

It requires a deposit for use Pleading for memories Begging for stagnation For flaccid touch It is indifferent to what it receives Simply needing to feed To consume Distributing stimulants in the morning And tranquilizers at night All it needs is the spiral of a thumb Or the detaching retina of an eye Or saliva flowing freely from agape mouths All it wants is sacrifice Something for slaughter at its altar of regret Something to prove it is still loved Still needed In return A pointless broadcast A carcass bleeding blue light A swarm of flies baking into the fetid carrion And those with straws Waiting their turn for a snort From the blood-stained mirror Longing for the suffocating drip That would tickle the back of their throats And fill their stomachs with tarnished Drainage once more