I was your favorite leper son. I even bandaged my wounds. 
Licked them sparkling clean for the benefit parades. 
Now I labor through the night to expunge your DNA. 
I want your coat of arms [bad word] into disgrace. I want your [bad word] #39;s memoir 
to furl like a worm in the rain. 

I buried in the mire 
all the shame that you imparted 
Still shrapnel's spreading in my mind 
You're the [bad word] overseer 
who left his peasant in the sun 
body baking on the wheel 
my pain, your meal 

The bluebirds, monarchs are soaring free into the clutch of the whitest priests 
while the deacons cook and clean, readminister disease 
Behold another scapegoat raped by an apprentice of decimation 
the spoils of your Con-quest, the fledgling in your path 
I flinched when I was cornered, amidst the plaque, mercury laughs. 

I listened to your cryptic promise. 
“You'll be broken too. You'll be broke in two.” 
and sang the copacetic blues  [bad word] quiet [bad word] quiet 
You're the amalgam of an aeon 
another lip-smacking lackey: 
glazed mannequin malaise 
cold Saturn's thirst 
extinguished summer of my life 
but now you can recline, unburdened and [bad word] 

I spent my life watching my back, 
boxing lineal shadows. Now you're thunder without lightning, 
a broken-toothed oracle, twisting my perception. 
You are just a figment of your own imagination 
ravaging all that is beautiful. 
You set the terms of my imprisonment: 
“Here's your lifetime poisoned mind.” 
Bequeath the family heirloom, a bouquet [bad word] steel. 
Now it's mine to unravel it 
to melt the remainder down 
to cross the river at twilight 
to leave my shell in the shallows 
to crawl exposed on the river bank 
and grow new flesh