Snap. by Aaron Dusenberry
What brittle, war-torn mysteries lay there,
Sown in deeply-seeded and freshly ravaged earth?
A hidden trove of flickering misery,
Buried and forgotten long ago.
Bleeding like sap out of a wounded oak,
The souls wail a plaintive cry.
They yearn for the nectar of sweet release.
Pain cascades in incendiary fountains
Over brittle bone and ash,
A constant wound which gapes and rots in pestilential agony.
Madness bubbles out of gutted orifices in sputtering plops,
Oozing a diseased trail of sorrow.
Snap.
Sown in deeply-seeded and freshly ravaged earth?
A hidden trove of flickering misery,
Buried and forgotten long ago.
Bleeding like sap out of a wounded oak,
The souls wail a plaintive cry.
They yearn for the nectar of sweet release.
Pain cascades in incendiary fountains
Over brittle bone and ash,
A constant wound which gapes and rots in pestilential agony.
Madness bubbles out of gutted orifices in sputtering plops,
Oozing a diseased trail of sorrow.
Snap.