Attack of the Twarnock
Daniel Snethen
The caput mortuum
feathered twarnock
gazed intently through
lapis lazuli eyes
at the loping
coprophagic dung-molar
devouring delicious dung.
Ferric oxide wings
winged its raptorial body
towards the disgusting
lycanthropic hyaenodon—
primeval scourge of the Caspian Steppe.
Ebony talons
rend the werebitch’s
hydraulicized clitoris
into orgasmic ribbons
douching her iron oxide plumes
in an explosion
of sanguine orgasmal fluids
as the wretched were-beast
slowly morphs
into a hideous example
of rural humanity.
A Dark Ages farmer’s wife.
