(The Time Machine by Robert Margetts)
www.robertmargetts.com
THE
CHOPPING BLOCK
A blacksmith's anvil
an editors splicing playground.
The guillotine and the basket
befall the head of the cock.
To sever the spine
and spurt the blood
and drain the virus from the rock.
The callused palm of a wanton girl
stroked the manhood of her frail lover.
Inching towards orgasm
ever pulsating
never relenting.
Flesh against a tender organ
as friction teased the enlarged taste buds
under the mushroom hill.
A last stroke
a dying spurt.
And the gentle talons
latched onto the withering muscle
as one life came to an end.
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