canticle cannibal

sainthood packet goes kerplunk 
nihilistic fizzy dribblets
l'chaim! my make-believe’s got gristle
all heil the tapeworm’s silver nightskin
rim stink talks riddles: nurses, doctors
what gluts the natives’ giddy eye sores 
in exchange for dino roars from space
(the final fap of dying gemstones)?
unparted waters shed fast answers
tenfolded gory mounds of wedding 
pissing the playpen all over its fishnets
sorry family’s like forever starving 
it’s getting stuffy in this gravy totem
bleached porcelain forgets its stigma
sincerely satan & his minions