DEATH ROW

by Shaun Hull

morning breaks like a crack shot through bone
the needs are frightening that I must possess
this hunger in my womb

head out to trenches
crawling on concrete blood
tank and diesel
mortar and pestle
clouds of promise blind my way

the king's in control but the ghosts
are there and their and they're
in hoods of faith to cut the cord

steal down the path of deaths holy trail
hide from Satan's cape in shrines with idols they set ablaze
craters of remains hold pieces of flesh and baby's breath
wretched with veil wrapped tight to skirmish no eyes
reaching sanctuary for my supplies
around and around
to face it again
and again and

again past bloody sheets
car parts for limbs
sparkplug fingers
transmission torsos

naked in hells kitchen i die
for daily bread…

today life goes
and goes not
within me
and
without me
down a Baghdad
death row

Shaun Hull is an Engineering Technician by trade...a guitarist, singer, songwriter, and poet by nature. He has been featured In Voices For Africa, Poetry Super Highway in the 2005 Holocaust edition, and Winning Writers with Critique by Jendi Reiter. He currently lives in Cocoa, Florida with his cat; skanke' and tons of stuff he can never find. He also has samples from his CD: If The Shoe Fits at: www.soundclick.com/shaunhull.