I saw a canvass
of wombs ripped agash by jagged steel.
The dark
dirt, stained by blood and birth water,
was maroon
and covered with rotting foetuses;
discoloured,
beflied, and numbered in the dozens....
They filled
the still air with the stinging stench of death.
It was a
sight to turn the gods fast on their heels.
Vultures
landed and scampered off in fright
as a
bleeding sun, fading in a dull red sky,
drew with
its dying breath the only cloud left in the sky:
a desperate
attempt to escape a horrid farewell.
In the midst
of this sordid phantasm,
there stood
still he of the jagged steel-
Tall in the
centre of his morbid theatre...
The last of
the toothless creatures dangled
by a foot in
his vicious grip,
wailing
wildly to an empty dome.
Its mother’s
body was still framed in the posture
of its delivery;
the final
gasps of life quivering out of her body
as her severed
head rolled downhill like a deflated ball.
Insects
burrowed into the soil in frenzied motions,
hurrying
away to the safety of a convulsing earth:
But rivulets
of blood followed their fleeing bodies,
and the
villain, sated with his macabre feat,
was the very
picture of irreproachable ease.
2015
2015
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