I close my eyes and recall yesterdays beautiful summers
barbecues from charcoal bricks and slow basted meats
aromas that lingered long after the first sizzle of rare
Mother arriving with a platter of raw hotdogs and steaks
dad fanning the fire with an old tin top. Fumigated waves
of thick gray smoke filling the air, we waited hungerly .
Later stuffed as little piglets we would gather round
the wooden picnic table, and tell stories and jokes.
The sun would slowly begin to descend and the air
would gently cool. We'd all go inside for hot tea
and a little T.V. sitcom.
How I miss the old days, wish I could bring them back
even for just one day,. so I could smell the barbecue
and drink mother's sugary strawberry Kool aid,
one more time.
Wolves are howling in the midnight mist,
like a scorned lover who had just been kissed.
Their howls are deep and profoundly heard,
dragging their prey that's just been lured.
Tearing through flesh with all of their might,
satisfying their hunger with one jagged bite.
The smell of death is lingering in the air closely by,
while vultures are soaring in the dark stromy sky.
Lightning is flashing in the clouds up high,
while thunder is booming as the wolves hungerly cry.
Rain cascades down at a hard fast pace,
while the wild of the forest crave just one more taste.
Winds are raging blowing hard and fast,
while the wolves carry away their remaining stash.
The sky grew clear the winds have stopped,
as the wolves prance on a ground that's just been sopped.
Falling asleep satisfied with their feast,
awaiting their hunger on the next big beast.
Through the years the boy became a man that had already seen the world in his travels. He never married because of his conviction of accused infection of the people. The rules in those day changed ruler to ruler. He was allowed to marry in his life time but not untill after his leader had died, he was 67 at the time. The boy that had traveled did write a scrolled article that contained his opionion and explaination of the metors and the water but it also detailed the logistics of the war that happened on the island and even pictures of the way the warriors had left the bodies, upside down with flames or hot embers at the deads necks with iron post staked through their hearts. The gentleman had a therory of an island with a volcano that fed eagerly and hungerly at the rotten humans that had been staked to the ground for three to seven years. He therorized that the volcano infect with the bacteria had leched to the jungle floors and perched its self to the under sides of the world. The decription that Notradomus gave was alot like the article that the boy had written only to be published in the most private of scholarly clubs.
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