Undecided

Daintily
picking her way 
stepping over bleached bones
skirt held up
as though she was curtsying to the Queen.
Ballet movements
graceful
hands on hips
glaring around
‘Who is to blame 
For this mass genocide?’
Standing atop the crumbling mound
bones collapsing into dust
the unlucky ones who were caught outside
when the bombs came down
flesh seared from bones
mothers bonded forever more
with their childrens cold corpses.
All were warned
all were told there would be a price to pay
if the situation was not altered
but continued unabated.
The walls were built
silos filled
with more grain than they could eat
cows
pigs
horses too
all saved
to repopulate a world
destroyed by….
greed
war
famine
drought
pestilents
overpopulation
the list goes on and on.
With no one person to blame
fingers point….
East
West
North
South
no one will be responsible
no one will claim that wrong had been done.
Instead
slithering
undulating through the shadows
speaking in whispered tongues
the beast waits to make it come all undone.
She stands alone atop the world
eyeing the devestation done
she will become the hunteress
cleansing the world of sin.
A fierce battle will occur
with a winner as yet undeclared.
August 28/18

Mr. I Wanna vs. Ms. Uncertainty

***Before I begin I want to give credit to raynotbradbury with regards to how I have named my characters. She writes amazing stories and uses a descriptor for the character as opposed to a name. That is what I have done here.***

I would like to tell you a story. A story of a man and a woman. The man, shall we call him Mr. I wanna Be in Charge and Go Fuck Yourself if You Don’t Like It was an insolent bastard. The woman, we will call her Ms. Uncertainty is the Name of the Game and With Acceptance of that I find Peace had fought long and hard to get where she was.
Mr. I Wanna (for short) believed that by dictating to all and everyone that his wishes nay his demands would be followed, thought that he was able to control. Control family, control desires, control aspects of life that were not his to control. Like a spindly spider in the middle of a web he reached out and touched lives that were not his to touch. He thought that with loud words and speaking over others he would get his way.
Now Ms Uncertainty she use to be like Mr. I Wanna until she fell from grace. She gathered in so many reins, had so many horses galloping in front of her wagon, that eventually they all tangled. When they did she flew overhead, landing on her back feeling it breaking. Now Ms. Uncertainty, knew that this was her last chance, she had to become clean so as not to lose her path.
Mr. I wanna was content to let Ms. Uncertainty run her own game, so long as it did not cross his wishes. For when it did, he shut her down, telling her that if she did not comply he would make her disintegrate.
Ms. Uncertainty sat back, and took a deep breath ready to do battle. But first she thought, she would allow Mr. I Wanna his moment in the spotlight before she blackened the scene. And blacken the scene she would. For you see, Mr. I Wanna forgot that when Ms. Uncertainty was crossed that a warrior surged to the forefront, ready to do battle, to cut whomever off at the knees.
Mr. I Wanna sat on his throne, gloating, assured that he had won. He surveyed his domain with a smirk of denial because he knew nothing could tear it down. Of course nothing could, but someone would. She came in silence, shrouded in a cloak of humility and anger, the dagger she carried the words that sprang from her tongue.
Ms. Uncertainty stood before the throne, threw back her hood and glared at Mr. I Wanna. He chortled sure that he had her in his grip while she cocked an eyebrow and pursed her lips. She drew herself up to her tiny little height, while he stood so he could loom. Ms. Uncertainty handed him a paper while she grinned.
Mr. I Wanna read the words, and read them again and again. His cockiness withered, his height was diminished and Ms. Uncertainty grew instead. With hands on her hips and derision on her lips, she stared at the man who now lay at her feet. Shaking her head, she turned to walk away knowing that there was no grace in continuing the beating.
‘Wait,’ sobbed Mr. I Wanna,’I’m sorry I played at a game I could never win. Please, please forgive me, allow me a place in your kingdom.’
‘I have no kingdom, I rule no one, for that is not my way,’ Ms. Uncertainty sneered at him, ‘I let all go they wish. There is no control, no ability to contain situations that are not yours to begin with.’
Ms. Uncertianty walked through the crowds, head held high. She knew without fail that Mr. I Wanna would try to usurp but she did not care.
“When you accept that the future is uncertain, that you cannot dictate nor control, you will find peace and walk in the light.”
With golden sun before her and the blackness of control behind her, Ms. Uncertainty walked forward, never looking back.