[ SK ] The Festival Of Fetus

     
Twilight leading into night    
bleeding dry a sky of pure blue    
   
THERE!    
The Unseen    
thing that should not be    
rapidly approaching    
right behind you    
   
In the maze of corn stalks    
the Unformed    
no one dares talk about    
during daylight    
   
Parades of wind blown trash    
tumble weeding along main Street    
through a rural ghost town    
where grown ups    
are cut down    
   
in ritualistic sacrifices    
appeasing, sowing    
seeding, replenishing    
feeding    
the Unknown  
lurking in the maize    
   
committed by inbred generations    
degenerate children still born    
to breed saints these latter days;    
siblings and cousins conditioned to raise    
more offspring sprung from fertile wombs    
( Chosen Hallows kept in back rooms )    
   
Year long is the celebration    
an endless Beginning and End:    
   
the Festival of Fetus    
   
from which grows a crop;    
hollow headed scarecrows    
who never stop mouthing    
made up words to forgotten hymns    
in sing along singsong praise of their    
harv'st even'n King