1.1 ( Fauna and Flora )
By tooth and claw the rampage of spilling
that dripped filled coffins of humanity
there amidst the parapets the mighty
opened at the drawing of the spigots
fauna and flora flowing in streams
bloodied the rivers grinded on the field
and soaked the limbs of innocence of trees
bowed down before the arms of infamy
and bled from every orifice and ear
torrential as the pageantries of rage
as death longing for death sought enemies
and forced to eat from agony, they creak,
their mighty trunks of diadems of glee
and sacrifice of innocence to gore
The spigots of the bloodied branch and leaves
their roots stewed in the avaricious greed
besetting what was once a forest green
and as green as was a palace supreme
that even tiny animals were free,
safe, secure, and happy as honeybees,
how strewn with anxious torment at their feet,
while tiny as the aphid once believed
in hope by its great majesty and glee
had now become an aching memory.
The world aghast perceived atrocities
with the bitter sentiments of greatness
presaged once had never yet acquired
for in its origins delicate seeds
had burned with knowing future sense of steeds
Equine madness harnessed by its Zeitgeist.
To rampage with sorties, artilleries
as bomblettes mayhemed the smallest enemies.
What had a child to do with rages?
But grow from a mother’s womb’s aegis?
Still this alone was crime’s imp unity.
To draw together child and evil
as though the one without the other lived!
Pound them harder yet, announced the Chieftain.
Let them know they’re unwanted and feral.
No Life has the right to bear desire.
Pounding Pounding Pounding was all there was.
