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An Evil Justified
this is a rewrite of this poem from 2016: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/250705-an-evil-ordained/
from a Hindu myth
Once in the dark
a monster loomed above the Earth
containing countless eyes and hands,
more legs than a jar of millipedes,
and other parts in ugly plenitude.
Then a butcher donned his gown
and hacked the monster's muscles, joints, and bones,
not heeding countless eyes
that stared at him, nor countless fists that clenched.
Each bloody member fell
towards an Earthen womb and joined
to make the human tribe.
Or else another door
in this kaleidoscope of myth is opened on
a field. A farmer and his daughter squirm
together in the grass.
What seed remains is taken by Earth's womb
and so by incest man is born,
an evil justified.
The door marked 3 reveals
an old man in a rocking chair
outside a country club,
chewing cigars like chocolate bars
and tasting old whiskey.
His clean, well-cut white suit
and pleasant accent make you think
of grandfathers, charming old teddy bears.
But then he grins and so you see
a mouth of yellow teeth,
stuck in his flesh like milestones.
He leans in for a confidence, saying
'creation is dismemberment and rape.
All pleasure, my boy, is just a little bit evil.
And always will it be,
until the human tribe is long forgot.'
from a Hindu myth
Once in the dark
a monster loomed above the Earth
containing countless eyes and hands,
more legs than a jar of millipedes,
and other parts in ugly plenitude.
Then a butcher donned his gown
and hacked the monster's muscles, joints, and bones,
not heeding countless eyes
that stared at him, nor countless fists that clenched.
Each bloody member fell
towards an Earthen womb and joined
to make the human tribe.
Or else another door
in this kaleidoscope of myth is opened on
a field. A farmer and his daughter squirm
together in the grass.
What seed remains is taken by Earth's womb
and so by incest man is born,
an evil justified.
The door marked 3 reveals
an old man in a rocking chair
outside a country club,
chewing cigars like chocolate bars
and tasting old whiskey.
His clean, well-cut white suit
and pleasant accent make you think
of grandfathers, charming old teddy bears.
But then he grins and so you see
a mouth of yellow teeth,
stuck in his flesh like milestones.
He leans in for a confidence, saying
'creation is dismemberment and rape.
All pleasure, my boy, is just a little bit evil.
And always will it be,
until the human tribe is long forgot.'
Published 29th Apr 2019
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