Word of the Day Challenge #115-Untitled Poem

Does the sound
that sound
ratcheting
each notch
announced with sharp click
haunt your nightmares?
Does that laughter
that laughter
braying
harsh
grating
upon ears
do you wish
that you could not hear?
Does that disdain
that disdain
wave after wave
crashing
eroding
crushing
ego so bloated
gangrene 
only cure
to lop off
offending limb.
Do you feel that terror?
That terror
do you feel it building?
Howling marauders 
banging at the door
deserted by those
who swore 
they had you the most
hidden themselves
leaving you to defend
against hoards 
coming for your soul.
At what moment did you feel them collide?
Elation fading to fear
alone
defeated
laughing stock
headline after headline 
shrieking your defeat
in delight…..
Sit alone.
Darkness is coming.
Man’s sins must be paid.
Oh dear…..
lookie here
they sent the Accountant for you.
 
©Sept. 21/20
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Remittance of Evil

Screen
predominate
figures flicker
fast
slow
advance forward
rewind
this here
these shots we show
your world
your reality
your explanations
time to reap
that which you have sown.
Children have died.
You laughed 
power play
bringing others to their knees
corruption
gangrened 
all limbs
needed to be pruned
needed to be cut back
needed to be culled
to prevent further rot
from forming.
Colleagues
turn away
no longer willing
to play 
stupid game
lost you have
protest all you want
no returning from this.
Potted old man
humored 
no longer pandered to
sycophants fleeing
delusions
rended with reality
burnt
fires flaming
retribution has come
finding you wanting.
 
©Aug. 26/20
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