apex predators
human infested waters~
the death of the sea
"Bloodbath in the Bog"
Bloodbath in the Bog
Leeches go down hard on turtles
fattened egos in a feeding frenzy
agitated mosquitoes land on the slime
to take a taste
grinning hares race each other out the gates
wasting life and time
smoking the green grass
eating all the pretty flowers
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"Edible Flowers" / Finn Brothers
https://youtu.be/UY8xoSERti4
“But looks can be deceptive
and that sweet looking field
can be a dangerous man eater.
The meadow is actually a peat bog-
more specifically a blanket bog -
and while it's a rich habitat for wildlife watchers,
it hides potential dangers for the unwary.”
English colloquialism/Bog.
Weary from war
And gorged on travelling,
The wanderer returns.
Foremost in his mind
A bath to soak in
And a welcome
From his family.
Sacrilegious
Is any other
Homecoming
Failing to honour
A king and conqueror
With spoils
For all.
Yet resentment festers
In her breast
Having lost a daughter
To propel
Her husband's fleet,
And in his absence
Having found a lover.
Little does he know
How much she does
Detest,despise and dishonour
Him,her vainglorious husband.
But her blade will bite
Into his hungry flesh
.
Then will the gods
Cry out
For vengeance
For her accursed sin
When she should have
Washed away his weariness
Without a bloodbath.
Destiny stretches its twisted arms
patching together its wounded flesh
Mercy cries out with mere oblivion
Watching it dragging its impotent body
And slowly gasping for breath.
Stupefied souls hanging on to shades of doubts
Erupts with an anxious shout
ridiculing the contemptuous house.
It roars, it bellows and it clamors
clenching its punch-less fist and pacing towards
the hopeless ditch while muttering angry words
as it heads towards the agonizing cliff.
Destiny kept tussling them around
Soon none of them were to be found
Roll call once, roll call twice
they were out rolling dice
Stripped of their jackets and ties
bow legs looking like mice
pants and shirts wrapped up in arms
While the danging beast stared reprehensibly
They have played the game for so long
And couldn't find a place where they belong
Empty seats lingering all around
Too scared to leave the desolate house
Destiny has ransacked their providence.
Metamorphosed into a blithe snail
I take a solemn look at the world
The evergreen grassy field stretches before me
And the unending rivers flow past the time.
High up there I find clouds
In unison with harrowed birds
They dance past imbecile lakes and mountains
Initial intention of sweeping away Time
Dies down in sprinkles of yellow rain.
Twinkling evenings come and go
All passing in regularity
Then suddenly I feel the tide
The crushing and marauding sensation
They creep, they peep, they take positions
Before opening fire, and
The surrealist blood flows everywhere
For a strip of land
Bloodbath till end of time
Innocent eyes widen.
The slurry flows with diligence
from the troths of complacency
fed by noble gravity to plummet
in pools of needless flesh discarded.
No deity commands such diligence
within this moribund dance of death
since platitudes of human thought
form these adept doctrines of decay.
Every living thing hangs in balance
behind our jewel of happenstance
where scoundrel and thief run rampant
to extricate pounds of sweat as penance
for ignoring the energies of renewal
that fill each cell with benevolence
from echoes of creation's explosion
lifting sonorous within these tissues.
I tip my glance towards wonderment
despite the machinations of demonic
force fixated on domination of spirit
once free to flow with blessed grace.
Justified within my sacred promise,
I shall journey to correct corruption
with every fiber of fortitude majestic
until I glow like a prodigious nova.
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