THE KILLING JAR


Down where this ugly man 
Seeks his sustenance 
Down in the blue, midnight flare 
A glass hand cuts through the water 
Scything into his twisted roots 

Then from his eyes 
Spring fireflies 
Breathing life 
Into a roaring disguise 

Needles and sins, sins and needles 
He's gasping for air 
In the wishing well 
Dust to rust, ashes to gashes 
Hand around the killing jar 

A soft hoodwink of shadow 
The size of make-believe 
Punches through his spike of rage 
A glass hand cuts through the water 
Snuffing out the magic fury 

Then from inside 
Bolt lightning cries 
Swiftly crushed 
The final, muffled sighs 

Needles and sins, sins and needles 
He's gasping for air 
In the wishing well 
Dust to rust, ashes to gashes 
Hand around the killing jar 

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