There is scarab scratching on my spine
archaeologists tracking her source.
Tattoo tentacles dig tracks up my line
feasting on my heart as the final course.
When serpine asp suckle around my neck
wet cold metal tongue in my ear
withering words whispered genuflect
betrayal of things I hold most dear.
I wear the Jackal crown on my head
jutting ornaments of God's laughter
and long after I am entombed and dead
my soul will creep on into here-after.
My scarab tattoo calls for Spiritus Mundi
Once enchanted with her mate, I am free.
archaeologists tracking her source.
Tattoo tentacles dig tracks up my line
feasting on my heart as the final course.
When serpine asp suckle around my neck
wet cold metal tongue in my ear
withering words whispered genuflect
betrayal of things I hold most dear.
I wear the Jackal crown on my head
jutting ornaments of God's laughter
and long after I am entombed and dead
my soul will creep on into here-after.
My scarab tattoo calls for Spiritus Mundi
Once enchanted with her mate, I am free.
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