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Shiva, The Destroyer by Nirk Firkle 02/25/2003, 4:51am PST
The leather bands around my shoulders snapping
The shirt, the skin itself, with just a flex.
I hope someone gets attacked, I see it
In a hallway, a treasured comrade, his interloper
Grab 'em and dash their brains against the wall
Kick the corpse down the hall
Rend a chair and pulp what's left to smithereens

My chest-fixation, my orgy of strength-
My clothes come off, the polite people gawk
Always the huge shoulders and great meaty chest
Then the strange fist-tightened waist
And they know fear.

Appalling, hideous misfigurement
Blight of the mind, poison to quietude
These gristly ghosting daydreams
Of bludging flesh and the shivering living
The onanistic spurt of throat-blood -
I wish everything were mutable to my hand
I'd take the tall buildings and knock their heads together.
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