Oddest Little Bird
It arrived yesterday, manifested gradual and absurd,
started with the surrounding area dying first,
then the original picture of a missing itty bitty bird,
levitating and unmovable.
More people went missing as the days converge,
sure enough a new snapshot each time would appear,
as if they were being swept away from here, submerging graves to drown lachrymose bye hear and fear.
Then one eye - another - lips - a face suspended exists,
countenance devoid of any truly real emotion,
lifeless - starring far out into the distance,
almost as if staring at something specific.
What is it? -
Rumors like a pervasive pestilence spread endless,
to other cities - towns - villages,
each the same bestowed wisdom,
a mind’s eye phantasmagoria vision.
It spoke to people with a voices of a legion,
offered to meet - greet - be one of them,
in another separate/parallel dimension,
bargain that can be blessed and/forever forgiven;
All it requires - is for one to temple a hymn - of thunder;
- ending their parasitic life’s existence,
here goes nothing - bang* -
sack of potatoes crumble/bag splits.
Re-emergence a remnant running limp towards the visage,
maw opens with jagged rows to devour my life and husk.
Picturesque/statuesque of who I once was;
labeled missing floating high up above.
Elongated countenance ripped asunder,
puzzle jigsaws me on the other side back together,
bone/muscle/tendon/skin utter re-assimilation,
warps/twists the realm - violin grave motif debaucheries denizens.
Levitating heads chasing - biting of limbs,
devouring my friends/family/fellow citizens.
Spines with no flesh to hide the grotesquerie,
whip/manipulated as a weapon’s severity.
Mirror quicksilver shivers as the grin waxes,
disembodied cranium of vile horror fictions,
bite severs waist with surgical guillotine precision,
hummingbird speed; leaving my legs still standing.
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