Brazen

I will saw off all your fingers,
I will toss them to the river,
I will feed them to the piranhas;
Enjoy them eat your epidermis
'till they teeth on your bones
and grind them into dust:
Thinking of these things, my friend, delights me the most.

I will toss in both your eyes
followed by your string of brains,
from my white boat where your screaming blood, lay dry.
Cause in the crack of dawn I'd have drained
'till the carcass shrivel- strained
and watch your lively bodice change, mummified.

I will toss in both your arms
where you've tattoed name;
save your head and hair for last
I will even shrink it late --
in the night!
At an old witch's hut
and feed it to the jaguar.

I will go to the marsh and throw
Torso, waist, and legs, then go
to the dry lands where I know
I will find the jaguar prowl.

And laugh as the big cat toy
with a shrunken, eyeless head of Coy:
Thinking of these things, my friend, gives me so much joy!