They Say Mushrooms Grow Best In the Dark
"They Say Mushrooms Grow Best in the Dark"
Winter
arrived after
The Darkness
blew in
with its boiling
black clouds.
they say mushrooms
grow best in the dark.
we hid underground.
eventually
we crawled out
from the cracks
like bugs
to ash, the fallen
bones of dust.
we breathed
in the
blow back.
strange angels,
aliens to us, wandered
like monsters
in the starkness
of a different war,
covered in black ooze
and demon masks.
there was
no eclipse,
there was no Sun.
3 days
of scorching fire,
blood shed, and the
stabbing nails
of judgement, and its
horrible crucifixions.
such terrible carnage.
there was much worse
than this, to come.
for the few who survived,
the fumes burnt our skin
the air burnt our lungs.
the iodine
capsules
were useless.
our innocence
perished
many children, taken,
the true meaning
of our lives,
dissolved, gone.
we were blind.
comfortable in
our complacency.
we weren’t prepared
when the truth
of it all,
like parables from old,
blew in
on the clouds.
the ancient stories
we considered
pages of nothing,
we thought fiction,
in long forgotten books,
from our childhood
presented itself
with its meaning
and our inclusion.
when Dominion,
arrived in full force,
it was unwelcome.
they say,
mushrooms
grow best in the dark.
eventually
we crawled out
from the cracks
like bugs;
to ash, the fallen
bones of dust.
strange angels,
aliens to us, wandered
like monsters
in the starkness
of a different war,
covered in black ooze
and demon masks.
the sleeve of armour
on the dead angel
buried under burnt wings,
that the wheels
of battle had driven over
and busted in,
read:
18th Tiberius
25.03/03.04/07.04/AD
Sons of …
well,
we can only
surmise
it was the soldier’s
rank and serial,
his regiment title,
where he
once
belonged,
the rest
was charred
18th Tiberius
25.03/03.04/07.04/AD
Sons of ...
there was
no eclipse,
there was no Sun.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
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