Sanguine Fury

the joke reddens our faces

and we clutch, shaking,

at our bellies, lips stretched

tight across teeth

as our heads swing

lightheadedly skyward

and our eyes, bouncing,

roll gleefully back in

maniacal convulsion

as does the bloodthirst

which reddens our faces

and our hands, shaking,

clutch into fists, our

jaws, tight-lipped, set

into marble lines as

our eyes swing angry

linear passes in

maniacal convulsion