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Starving The Plague
Body by body
The beast dines on bones and the moist bits of flesh the vultures left.
Rotting corpses bloated with hope
Still with the same glass-eyed gaze toward Heaven.
God never came for them.
Never moved His apathetic ass from His comfortable cloud
with enough purpose and drive to save them and the death toll rose.
The body count extending years in either direction.
Arms outstretched like wings
Waiting patiently for a good, stiff breeze to carry them away,
they dropped dead where they stood,
High upon the mountain tops.
Shouting down at all the disbelievers and heathens,
Informing them of all their wicked ways.
This is a world where man punishes man and God stays silent
Waiting for our introspection to lead us to a realization
Of the depth of cruelty from ignorance.
Those "Chosen Ones" have chosen themselves
Unless lip-reading in the dark suddenly became possible.
So starve the plague and let it die.
Slough the infected skin.
Start anew with bright disdain.
For, when all this ends
Humanity shall finally begin.
The beast dines on bones and the moist bits of flesh the vultures left.
Rotting corpses bloated with hope
Still with the same glass-eyed gaze toward Heaven.
God never came for them.
Never moved His apathetic ass from His comfortable cloud
with enough purpose and drive to save them and the death toll rose.
The body count extending years in either direction.
Arms outstretched like wings
Waiting patiently for a good, stiff breeze to carry them away,
they dropped dead where they stood,
High upon the mountain tops.
Shouting down at all the disbelievers and heathens,
Informing them of all their wicked ways.
This is a world where man punishes man and God stays silent
Waiting for our introspection to lead us to a realization
Of the depth of cruelty from ignorance.
Those "Chosen Ones" have chosen themselves
Unless lip-reading in the dark suddenly became possible.
So starve the plague and let it die.
Slough the infected skin.
Start anew with bright disdain.
For, when all this ends
Humanity shall finally begin.
Published 2nd May 2010
| Edited 30th Mar 2012
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2nd Apr 2012 3:56am
Great implication in the title, as well as the joke on the "starve a cold.." idiom. I guess we are still waiting for the humanity to begin. It seems to take even more than a plague to overthrow an absent god. I like the lip reading in the dark line. Good image of absence. As well you have the internal rhyme between the "good, stiff breeze" as well as some dark humor. The mind says: "waiting for a good what? Shepherd? Redeemer?" As well there are the obvious clever things such as the heavenward gazes and outstretched arms. Boldly irreverent, dryly sarcastic. How this could sit here with no comment for this long is absolutely beyond me.
2nd Jul 2012 5:49am
