Wednesday, August 23, 2017

What now?

The Gods are dancing together
On a bed of corpses of those who
fought each other for them
and then fell like trees for timber
Leaving the jungles naked
Like bodies naked squirming
in a haze of meaningless encounters
Encounters fleeting like prayers
going up in incensed smoke
Ripe with the smell of burnt flesh and fur
Drifting in on the breeze from forest fires burning bright with flames orange and red
Red like the leaping, darting tongues
of people lapping feverishly
at the promise of feeling and
coming out empty, sick to the stomach.
For nothing is sacred anymore.
Neither faith, nor nature, nor love
And we're asking, what now?