Ojo Por Ojo

By the pricking of my thumbsSomething wicked this way comesLook down that bloody street for bloodyMiles and blood miles where bloodyFeet have sought a trail of dreams thatNow lie broken on some bloody stakeThat is branded "ojo por ojo"And runs beside it, there, in theDeep and dark beyond the liquidCorruption and the human fungusLies the reeking sewer that is a mindWhere the lesion hides a lessonWhere stigmata turns to stigmaCries crescendo to cantataThe whiplash of suffering full in the faceAnd in that place there is no crossNo crown, no sacred groundAll is done and left unsaidHow the tongues are rippedThe people bled and there it isWritten on the slug that is leadKilling is company so step right up andRide the rubber road to freedomThis is the blow off