Regenerations of the Flesh

severed heads roll
and multiply like flies
eye sockets and mouths
sprout legs
and wings grow
onto the tops of heads
I watch as the sky blackens
and disappears
the heads they fly
into the fire
of the earth’s core

their stone cold bodies
remain on the surface
puddles of blood congeal
into scarlet ceramics
sentiment beats punctures
into drums made of skin
and gives itself
to the men
who want to be inside of it
dawn will pull their bodies inside out
dawn will make them new.