I consumed all truth as if
a summoned sin eater – I
bear a belly-full of upset
& auld poisons – No time
will be a right time to off-
load swallowed burdens
from my ill gut – they will
not hear my malefic haul
of words – never read out
to feed rumour-mongers
or fools – A nether history
will be held among colon
deposits down there – no
throwing up of bared bile
as recourse [no – not yet]