Monsters of Men

the misfortunes of hell

Death serves no man.

Or is he just lonely?

Does the pennies he wears

as eyes fall into his mouth

and break his teeth?

Is that why his smile is so

melancholy? Do the bones

of the dead split from his

skull and bloom chrysanthemums?

Asphodel is falling and

you dear Hades are a

calamity. There will always

be pomegranate stuck on

your tongue, and the

memory of a pretty dead

girl who could never

love you back.

Death serves no man,

but loneliness is his king.