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

Next Fix

Dreams scattered
shot up
carved away
lies told
to starve the pain.
Litter in an alley
sodden
soaked
in cheap liquor
inadequate
to subdue shrill shrieks of
defeat.
Dozens of men.
No longer do they
fall at her feet.
They throw dollar bills
degrade
debase
earn enough
to buy that next feed.
Hunger like an animal
clawing internal
spiraling through skin
til creepy crawlies
snake their way out.
Felt all over her body.
Gaunt
destroyed
hollow eyes stare out the window
slack mouth
sightless
only desire…..
her next fix.
December 21/18