On Apocrypha: Boneless Limbs
A writhing mass of heaped appendage
Slipping grasp the squirming slick
Extend the reach to touch the face
Burn the mind, reveal the quick
On Apocrypha: Delving Pincers
Crushing razors, hollow shells
That snap, that twitch, that cinch and rend
To hold the subject, bodily,
‘Til mind blows soft and life meets end
On Apocrypha: Gnashing Blades
Bone extrusions gash and grind
In moistened depths of smacking heat
While tearing flesh from averse bone
The body whole prepares to eat
On Apocrypha: Prying Orbs
What takes the world in lightened sense
Can also seek the outward gleam
They rob the all of essence to
Report the nothing they have seen
