The Punishment Collar

An iron point penetrates
And crushes the cervical vitabrae
The entire neck is forced forward
The trachea being crushed against the collar
The spike at the back
Guarantees prolonged agony
Apart from suffocation
Destruction of the spinal column
Locked around the swollen neck
You are chained to a dungeon wall
In a hall we prepare you
For your slow death by the punishment collar
No warmth or clean air
Rotting and smelling cadavers
Vermins in your food
And maggots in your water
In the meantime you get befouled
By your own and others excrements
In which you are lying in
Shit upon your skin
The flesh of neck, shoulders and jaw
Wears away, down to the bone,
Gangrene spreads
Fever acompanies contamination
From the festering wounds, eventually
Bones erode