Simon's Inkling
And I'm running,
Running from
Them.
Our Beast.
My own fear
That I cannot escape.
I dart through the jungle
Avoid the snake-like vines,
Too much evocation of The first sacrifice
Given to our Beast
And Its fire,
Together.
Now separate,
The tribe of
Our Beast
The fire.
Who am I?
To all of them I am
Nothing.
Shunned.
Reviled.
I crash into a clearing
Fall to my hands and knees,
Panting.
All is silent...
No, the hum of insects is still there
Maybe stronger.
Why?
I look up.
Horrified,
Our Beast incarnated
And impaled.
Fancy thinking our Beast
Was something we could
Hunt.
Kill.
Dry blood cakes
Its grinning mouth
Flies lay eggs
Where its eyes used to see.Whose blood?
It is slowly devouring us,
Carnage that is
Meticulous.
Timely.
Unhurried.
The flies, the filth
Lay their eggs in our eyes too,
Clouding the vision of
Humanity.
Our Beast speaks to me.
Always mocking, cruelly laughing.
It makes me bleed
While it laughs harder still.
I am past fear.
There must be another sacrifice,
And perpetually another still.
The flies come to me.
How can I brush them off when
They smother me?
They will all eventually bleed.
And our Beast will
Never
Stop
Laughing.
And I'm running,
Running from
Them.
Our Beast.
My own fear
That I cannot escape.
I dart through the jungle
Avoid the snake-like vines,
Too much evocation of The first sacrifice
Given to our Beast
And Its fire,
Together.
Now separate,
The tribe of
Our Beast
The fire.
Who am I?
To all of them I am
Nothing.
Shunned.
Reviled.
I crash into a clearing
Fall to my hands and knees,
Panting.
All is silent...
No, the hum of insects is still there
Maybe stronger.
Why?
I look up.
Horrified,
Our Beast incarnated
And impaled.
Fancy thinking our Beast
Was something we could
Hunt.
Kill.
Dry blood cakes
Its grinning mouth
Flies lay eggs
Where its eyes used to see.Whose blood?
It is slowly devouring us,
Carnage that is
Meticulous.
Timely.
Unhurried.
The flies, the filth
Lay their eggs in our eyes too,
Clouding the vision of
Humanity.
Our Beast speaks to me.
Always mocking, cruelly laughing.
It makes me bleed
While it laughs harder still.
I am past fear.
There must be another sacrifice,
And perpetually another still.
The flies come to me.
How can I brush them off when
They smother me?
They will all eventually bleed.
And our Beast will
Never
Stop
Laughing.
