When a God Falls
It feels like eons
since you threw me to the wolves.
Still I bared my teeth
and for every drop
of life's blood that fell
I took another step,
clamping my jaws
on every throat with in reach,
thrashing for all that I was worth
then climbing over the body
until none stood before me.
With the scars crossing my eyes
I stood proud
and used my blood encrusted mouth
to pull
the victims of society
from beneath the corpses
into the sunlight.
But those scars
prevented me
from seeing them crawl back in
to feed on the visceral spillage
civilizations left behind.
I turned my head
to the moon
howling,
howling,
spitting my soul
upon that floating rock
inscribing every ounce
of love I had to show
this Earth the value
of the lives that exist here
only to hear them crawl
into the caves
that house the sewage
running freely beneath everything.
Now I don't have
a single note left to offer
and I feel my strength
running down my leg
with every step I take.
Eventually
all my senses
become clogged
with the pollution
people bathe in joyfully.
I look down
and see my own entrails
dumped out before me
and sit down to eat
choking on my own bile
as I watch it spill back onto the ground,
ever lapping at my gore.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2017
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