Awaiting Rapine

Rubble

reduced

ravaged land

claw through debris

floating from dull grey clouds

there is no summer

there is no spring

or fall

only the winter of destruction

lays across the land.

Crowing

destruction

laid waste

world

no longer flourishing

survival the new way

the only way.

Rusted crown

upon Jester’s head

shaking rattle

fiery denial

wrong doing not done

slanderous rage

all blaming

finger pointing

mouths screaming.

Gather round

murderous claim

no better then vultures

hovering

waiting…..

for death

waiting…..

for the axe to fall

head to roll

alas dear Horatio

it is already too late.

©Jan. 27/20

Picture via Pintrest