[Eŋg]

A brutal battlefield battered with blackened bones,
cadavers sewn with scraps of stone make up ashen homes
bereft of tone - except headless crows, ***kling, roam
in ghastly droves to scan the road for passing souls lacking hope.
Cancered molds stagger growth - babies born without a pulse:
you hear the heart. It pounds. It won’t. Its sound is false.
Wear the hardship round your throat. Metal lungs
spread the love. Shell and slug pump out the loudest choke.
Found a rope which ties my noose, didn't try to pry it loose.
Climbed it to defy the tomb, not to live but die anew.