He comes for his bloody name,
For the faces he can never show.
He likes to collect you like seed,
To devour and poison himself,
Your wishes go unfulfilled in him.

Searching for his death and life,
The rebirth of a battered wife.
He comes for Penny’s sandcastles –
Her sand cannot resist the boot.
Teasing Synthia out of her silver linings,
To taste the flesh beneath,
Under her metallic skin.
He tries to run me outta town,
And make me one of his kind,
A beano supremo,
With my hand in the cookie jar.
Poor little beanie –
He’s got your world on a string,
In his clutches and his handbags,
The real lover of cement,
And everything we buried there,
Every grain, every kernel betrayed,
And she’s silent as a falling star,
Because there are no words
Like violence,
To call the Undying Ogre cruel.