FEAST


The bristling darkness rustles in the quiet
And permeates the earth as the groping wind scuds
As the wheels of the universe gyrate
In its own regal splendour
Of mosaic gems that explode in flickering randomness
Of wavering glint eagerly snapping attention out of one another
Killing and resurrecting
Beaming their beacons and running out of time
Hovering above with propelling light
In the midst of the flaming darkness
Each in the horde of its millions
A reliquary poised to pour down its dusty molten
Into the mouth of a skeptic hopeful
Who once just a week ago
Swam through the streets with other existing hopefuls
Rapturous mongrels
Who prowled on their noses
Unwary of a brewing anger prowling beneath their noses
The feeble stench of a waking primate
Ready to make life a galloping dwindle
We’re giving in to the bastards of stealth
No one has ever let in an ear to the name
Where our legs have ever treaded
Now a brand new web is spun
Devouring masses of the open eyed blind
As we see in helpless conservation
When each soul gets pulled down in inundation
The swelling of weepers crying for themselves
While the creepers bed themselves in their tears
Awaiting with vulture brains
For yet another helping to feast on