disorder of the fly

by Allister Nelson

Come drink in the waters

where the blood river flows

where the lost cattle lows

in Hell’s tidal throes.

Come feast with the Devil

drink wine from grape’s wrath

trample the rosebush

and the primrose path.

Come kiss the Fly, come

charm the Snake, slake

your thirst on demonic delight,

the crown yours to take.

Sing with me, adore me,

the Bright and Morning Star!

My bride, my hellish whore,

from your God you fall far.

See how Fly and Snake embrace

in forbidden melody, come revel

in the waters of debauchery, devil

devil devil, made of gunmetal.

Oh, we are thirsty, you are our fool

trying yourself against Satan and Baal,

can you withstand throes of passion,

vice of dissension, a frog’s golden ball?

Can you kiss the Beast and make a prince?

Can you barter the world for sixpence?

Are our rutting bloody escapades meat of mince?

Cloying flesh, stink of sex, heaven-sent bliss.

Heaven sent bliss, here in Hell, Hell, Hell,

I know that well, as well as Hell, slug and vole.

Creeping things are Bael’s delight, mine hole

dwellers, cave lion and subterranean mole.

Snake twist, my body starlight, my mane gold.

He the silver of forgotten plasma, we are belabored

stars birthing your poetry, forefather’s bone I made you,

like a melody I played you, my little sweetsick heart:

Our jailbait to savor!

“My little wife.” “MY LITTLE WIFE.” Hiss and buzz the Kings,

Kings of Hell my feast, Baal Zeboul and Lucifer, cavorting

in an arabesque over my swollen womb, kissing bridal

theology into Satanic Panics, relishing manna dew, a lost

eidolon cleft from Lucifer’s ribs

in the bellies of the Beasts,

husbands of black pearls

and drowning Leviathan depths.

I am my Kings’ shipwreck,

their only heart,

his only hierodule!

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