Nightmarish Hell

Dusted wings, pierced with poison
Gliding over the wind swept fields
Putrid, stale air
Dead bodies after midnight
Screams heard echoing throughout the night
Vanishing into the first rays of morning
Blood soaked valleys, filled from mountaintops
Corpses piling skyward
Stacked like a wall of masonry blocks.
Where did this all come from?
Who brought this all here?
Why here of all places?
Can these proceedings not be stopped?
Do these questions have no answers?

The children drink the foaming liquid,
Staining their faces
Washing away the innocence of ignorance,
Dunking their whole heads in the pools,
Vomiting as the froth curdles in their throats.
Are they really drinking blood?
Does it really dissolve their fragile stomach lining?
Or is it the plethora of diet aids
That ravage through the back alleys of my mind
Survey what will one day be your
Realizing that there is nothing left.

The beautiful darkness on the other side of town
Punch drunk pirates on the Dead Sea highway.
Can’t you hear the voices of the dead,
Music from an underground cavern?
They speak the rhetoric of our forefathers
What can we learn from these words?
As the spiders eat us from the inside out
Leaving us hallow and empty?

Stand back from the flame son,
Burning away the trees
Dragging them through the sand
Like the floor of the coliseum, do we turn our thumbs?
The smoke from the fires
Blocking out the sun
We will not know what we had
Until it is gone.

Was it not Edison that freed us from the sun?
Allowing us to turn our backs
On the natural world?
My eyes bleed tears
A red watery path streaks down my face
There is a sour taste of lemons
Cover it up with sugar
Make it sweet and we will forget
Perhaps it won’t matter anymore
The storm washes it all away,
They will find out.

Is it too late for reconciliation?
Will the hawk still fly when I am gone?
I no longer wish to comment
Hollow out these eyes
I cannot bear to watch the passing.