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
Cracking compilation of unreleased songs from punk and garage bands in support of the recent Ghost Ship fire in Oakland. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2016