On an endless blanket of transparent sapphire,
floating on a hastily made raft,
with splinters piercing into skin,
letting blood out
letting so much blood out.
His severed heads bob up and down,
eyes watching waves simmer the decaying
into their perfect, blue waves.
Glass sheets cutting through bone and trees.
The bigger his grin, the deeper the islands sink
sink into trenches crawling with skeletons
marred by bullets and machetes.