I'm melting and the earth swirls around me, a shoddy tapestry woven into my night's sky. The hum of a million everythings displaces that lowly voice of nature's choir, familiar but melodic all the same. No longer euphonic in its fixed ways, I suppose. No longer an essential part of the machine.
And the machine ticks on, each cog pulsating against the hard wired mass, playing the roles they swore they'd never touch and breaking old promises for the sake of fresh ones.
These new promises are thinner and wear easier but they suit just fine, at the very least appearing to be valuable. Their gilded bones and paper wings do not make for a very intelligent design but the people demand them so out they go.
Into the machine we toss them, fodder for the bestial work force we have chosen. They know no better and so they feast, poisoning their own sickly bodies with the spit of the righteous.
We are not the enemy, gentlemen. We are the cure for a rotting world.
7/24/12
7/13/12
Revenge
They dug the coffin up today
"Her spirit lingers still," they say
So they must burn the bones away
to lay her soul to rest
I watched them excavate her grave
That earthy tomb, that deathly cave
And paced, but no word loosely gave
though fear burned in my breast
At last their instruments struck wood
They hauled it up fast as they could
And pried the lid off, as they should
It was as I'd have guessed
The others' present breath had caught
Her corpse had just begun to rot
Her fingers, bloodied, as I'd thought
And scratched to bone, at best
They rushed to pour the kerosene
To rid us of this ghostly fiend
But all too late, there rose a scream
Its terror full expressed
There, before me, draped in white
A specter in the hazy night
Her hand outstretched, I could not fight
Nor so much as protest
And as the life fled from my eyes
I caught a glimpse of my allies
Who simply looked on, paralyzed
At our inhuman guest
They got their wish, she's gone at last
Avenged the wrong done in her past
Each desperate scratch, from first to last
Had made her more obsessed
They burned the coffin and the lid
Did everything they ought have did
And of her ghost, the town is rid
But mine, they've yet to best.
"Her spirit lingers still," they say
So they must burn the bones away
to lay her soul to rest
I watched them excavate her grave
That earthy tomb, that deathly cave
And paced, but no word loosely gave
though fear burned in my breast
At last their instruments struck wood
They hauled it up fast as they could
And pried the lid off, as they should
It was as I'd have guessed
The others' present breath had caught
Her corpse had just begun to rot
Her fingers, bloodied, as I'd thought
And scratched to bone, at best
They rushed to pour the kerosene
To rid us of this ghostly fiend
But all too late, there rose a scream
Its terror full expressed
There, before me, draped in white
A specter in the hazy night
Her hand outstretched, I could not fight
Nor so much as protest
And as the life fled from my eyes
I caught a glimpse of my allies
Who simply looked on, paralyzed
At our inhuman guest
They got their wish, she's gone at last
Avenged the wrong done in her past
Each desperate scratch, from first to last
Had made her more obsessed
They burned the coffin and the lid
Did everything they ought have did
And of her ghost, the town is rid
But mine, they've yet to best.
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