Thursday, February 25, 2016

A Macabre Event



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

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