Black Deli

Under

Green Clouds.

In Black Clouds

Of Smoldering Ash.

The Buildings

And Bridges

Are Burning.

The Rats

Are Scattering

But who said

They’re Scattering

Away?

On a corner

Where shadows

Linger.

Where Dogs

Become Savage

And Cats

Become Killers.

In a Muggy Place

Is a shady deli.

However

It is anything

But

Typical.

Behind the counter

Is a toothless man

Who is flea bitten

Red eyes

And everything

But nice.

The lights

Flicker

And the maggots

Squirm

On the shelves.

In jars

Of water

Are human hands.

In bowls

With rotting spoons

Are eyeballs

Of every color.

On the metal hooks

Suspended from the ceiling

Are arms

And legs

Of every size

And color.

Puddles of blood

Are on the floor.

And a sickening stench

Of decaying flesh

Is among.

In the far back

Bombs of

Every kind.

Everyone is on the Fritz

Cause there’s a cop

In Uniform

Looking at the bombs.

The Tubular Lights

Flicker

With a green tint

And moths hovering

Around them.

The sky

Is Green

The black smoke

Travels upwards

From the

Burning Buildings.

Rats

Scatter Forth.

The Black Deli

Sits on the Street Corner

Waiting for the

Satanic Demons

To pay a visit.