Nemesis
superlative in wrath as one who avenges nemeses
sometimes a man out of hate is subsumed in sounds
propagating the use of onomatopoeias
stomping slapping and gerunding
the ancient and eternal anachronism
of what is now in the cocoon and now is in larva
and what is this painful scream eroding the deaf world...
this man
this insect
the rare element that rubs its stems
swirls in the air and like a plume of lead
falls too mature in this life of less.
in wrath he utters the sounds of this holocaust.
he yearns and desires the cataclysm
so if a big earthquake breaks the plates
there is a breakdown in gravity
and the shaft rebalances the glasses in the bars
and the transit of capitals,
the lines of cars naturally reborn
and it's on the oil-splattered roads
where men test the speed of their anguish
and while the sun illuminates what he doesn't even know
that man silences his anger
chewing and swallowing the gerunds once more.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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