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Homemade Braces

by Secret Tombs

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Homemade braces Flesh sags weakened about the restraint Homemade braces To his visage forever affixed Taken from the dead And faced opposing in mechanical jaws Animal teeth. Severed, fitted, sharpened by stone Well suited to the peculiar mastication of an obligate carnivore From his vantage atop the widest of the obelisks Scanning deep in the maw for prey Then, slithering in and out of shadows A glimmer in the moonlight In the place between where the mountains end and the desert begins Jutting out of the ground, bleached hard by the sun and cut down by the wind A cathedral of spires, like fangs of the Earth, form a dizzying maze Where a trail of dry bones leads back to the place where the false-tooth’d minotaur lays And woe betide those who dare brave this path when the sunlight subsides For he preys in the bitter cold dead of the night under tanned and stretched hides There aint much to recall of the venturous fellows drawn foolishly in for a glimpse They fell under the spell of the metal-faced prize and nobody’s heard from them since And if of them outsiders seek to inquire they’ll be met with a stony reply For there’s nary a word to be spoke of the beast who’s existence their taught to deny But they cannot conceal their solicitous sighs when there’s talk of a party that’s traveling through And they neither meet eyes with the bold and unwise nor come out to bid them adieu Solemn the pillars are beckoning, stirring the unproven egos “More shall be away to their doom”
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Would you believe he’d been born human? He was not so very old when a pale neighbor stole him from his room To a shallow cave almost at the timberline There he awoke to leathery fingers spreading his lips and placing within A crude sort of wooden fruit rind, fitting roughly across his gumline The pale man trembled, dripping sweat, as he raised the makeshift hammer Revived by a startling copper tang The child drifted in and out of consciousness In those brief entreats to lucidity he heard the pale man explain, “What you know as the civilized world presents the most potent font of wickedness. Your virginal state befits you for the selection of divine deliverance.” and with that he bestowed unto the child, to equip him for a life in nature a fearsome set of man-made jaws
3.
From then on the urchin creature was abandoned and he moved down the mountainside ever less a man than beast within the valley of the spires he made his lair where the glow of the city would affect his hunting the least his photograph was long since down from the wall when a special report went out over the Broadcaster a boy’d been found up on Municipal Road 89 with a vile set of wings grafted onto his arms divine amateur investigation in the report the boy said he’d been dragged from his bed by a fat man with a face like a full moon to a cave in the mountains littered with little clothing and poorly made surgical tools his thin lips had implored the boy to rejoice in his respite from humanity’s curse and to travel down in to the valley of spires to understand how he wasn’t the first
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People want to see the man with the animal mouth the national Broadcast trucks are rolling into town another slick [REDACTED] every time you turn around and so I tell them, “In the bitter cold dead of the night, that’s where you’ll find him. Hunting.” People want to see his disfigured face in lights Deviant collectors salivating after his device There’s no price too high when people are desperate for information The sheriff’s on the Broadcast, with some newsman, trying to make nice But once they go down that dead end road, they’re going to find him, hunting. In the bitter cold dead of the night, that’s where they’ll find him.
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Searchlights spill down upon the spires dispersed in the gaseous haze An indistinct cloud of untraceable shapes dominate the heat-seeking displays And out of the fray on the other side of town, down Municipal Road 89, a pale man’s gathered the things from his shack and he’s heading for the borderline He’s waging war on evolution Rejoining animal and human Descending like a nightmare, upon the villages and towns. And every so often on some lonely stretch of highway his handiwork can be found. Over time the pale man’s agenda seeped into some crude and susceptible brains Declaring themselves minions of the divine they rendered their vicious campaign And there really ain’t no way to tell whether one of them is coming tonight So don’t fall asleep with your door unbolted or your children out of sight

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Secret Tombs No.2

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released August 1, 2011

Horns By Hollywood Jim and Kool Ben

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