Bodies Sold to Cock and Christ

Bodies rose
at a drive-in mortuary
tipped the coffins opened and laughed
elbows twitching
necks stretched
gasping for breath
blood on mouths
bellies split open
words under tongues
chewing bony fingers
shivering in piss-stained sheets
with eyes like fire pits

A cut up of poems from The Beat Book: Writing from the Beat Generation

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