#title Beast #3 #subtitle A Poem for John Sinclair #author anon. #SORTauthors anon.; #date 1969 #source [[https://www.fifthestate.org/archive/88-september-18-october-1-1969/beast-3]] #lang en #pubdate 2019-07-09 #notes Fifth Estate #88, September 18-October 1, 1969 **** BEAST # 3 A POEM FOR JOHN SINCLAIR we are lonely we will attack you w/ our smallest uttered parts we will move w/ the mask of darkness w/ simple weapons & slit the bellies of yr women we will replace each foetus w/ a phoneme of our loneliness a barely uttered beast sound that will take root and grow until yr women’s bellies explode w/ bizarre totems that spring forward to devour you . we are desperate we will attack you w/ our darkness night fills the vast cavity behind yr eyes we are there behind yr eyes we are there ARMED w/ the huge rats that inhabit our neighborhoods ARMED w/ cracked bricks from our rotting tenements ARMED w/ grenades THIS IS YR WARNING THIS IS THE INSTANT OF ABRASION right now the jagged textures of our weapons caress the sleek walls of yr inner skin we are there in the vast cavity behind yr eyes we are the desperate darkness WE WILL BLOW YOU TO PIECES FROM THE INSIDES MOTHERFUCKER yr eyes &retinas &irises &brains &ligaments &stringy tendons will splatter on the streets in huge bloody masses they will stand witness to the celebration of our dark holy (universe) . we are a lonely desperate conspiracy we are united we shall have our beastly way THIS POEM MAY BE REPRINTED FREE FOREVER