Goodbye, concubine

says Lenard

hatching from above 

where heavenly deaths 

laughs qualms and nauseas 

have never existed 

where they all 

groan blessed pages 

and spout out obnoxious

inner feculent gardens

holding thousands of sangreals  

farewell he yells he forces

flocks and vinager 

with his sickening tied knots 

his moisturized flesh 

has ripped the screams off 

all the abundant misfit people 

has eaten the golden eyes 

goodbye, concubine

says Lenard 

he has fallen apart 

and the redolence 

as well as the 

hurtful looks

made him vulnerable

for forgiveness 

what a pitty

he was 

the last in line

nevertheless
'goodbye, concubine'.