The Skeleton Maker

You claim to be a martyr
sitting high above the rest
But what cause did you die for?
What problem did you protest?

What did you sacrifice?
Where is your shed blood?
Did you face Fear with bravery
or did you cry out a flood?

From what I know
and what I see
You tear at people
with manic glee

Flesh is flayed
Muscles mashed
Organs harvested

You smell the soul
feel the beat
and suck the life
through your silly straw

Are you not done?

Fill the coffer
and ship them out
Wave as they float away

Down the styx
stopped by stones
gather them up
arrange the bones!

I see the gleam
within your eye

The white is ever present.

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I like this too much to be entirely objective.

I think that the word choices are impeccable, and you’ve taken a familiar idea and described it in a way that seems fresh.