-Bovine Flesh Dance-
The cattle trailer… All the beasts are dead.
Some bones have pushed through the grey skin and clumps of hair.
Scorpions are dancing in the puddles of gore seeping under the rig.
All of the drivers blood is his own.
Don't put that clown paint on me when I die, you dismal fucks.
Bovine flesh dance.

-Questions For A Ghost Maker-
Know it was a pearl handled pistol grip with a gun metal blue barrel.
Did he choke or spit blood? Did you see his face? Did he suffer?
Fuck your one horse, one stop light, redneck town of sheep and tumble weed.
Your son may have pulled the trigger, but you left the gun on the table, Officer.
After you're fed to the worms and dug up by the wolves, I hope his mother of pearl ghost eats you up.

-It Takes Days To Boil The Bones-
I cut my teeth on a colt 45. You cut your arms.
I'll make you some ghosts. I'll make you so many ghosts.
I took the lung and broke two ribs.
It felt like roots under a shovel.
I left the rest white man buffalo style.
It takes days to boil the bones.

-The Crying Witch-
I hear her at my back door crying her eyes out and clawing at the screen.
She is the wondering spirit of every broken mother.
She is the siren of the desert, feeding men to the dogs.
Cursed to perform eternal retribution with her own slender hands on all men for driving her to drown her children.
Now she is full of poison milk.
Pray that the Virgin keeps you from the demon, from the weeping beggar of the children, and the embrace of the unholy.
Pray that the Virgin keeps you from the unholy.