Swallow

Revenge,
took bites out of me,
until what remained,
unrestrained,
wrought dark desires,
from once ornate spires,
melted
and deformed,
to form weapons for liars
I'm afraid to say
it was mine in a latter day,
and I polished it
and rubbed it
to a fine old shine
But sawn offs hidden
in middens,
oiled
and buried from view,
pay testament,
mark monuments,
to the efficiency
of Spanish road construction crews