Carpe Sanguinem

i try to snatch
their blades away
but each second
manages to slip
away to disembowel
itself…
i gaze at the heap
of dead moments
lying in a red pool
an hour’s so bloody

Rob Plath, contrary to popular belief, is not yet under the jurisdiction of the worms. His latest book of poems Batter the Keyboard Like a Raptor Is Behind Yr Back is available from Laughing Ronin Press. See more of his work at: www.robplath.com. Read other articles by Rob.