Ridens
Laughing as if for the first time
A hysteria forced by deformed scavenger hand
Stretched ragged across the sky
Gruesome on a green day.
And his teeth-fangs flash at the new sight
Ridens
The site strikes him a world hardly worthwhile
Stunted, yet still he deeply mourns loss;
Ridiculous.
A fluid leap-for he is no puppet, these are no strings-brings the other side
As with a switch he returns
Kicks his feet and is over again. Simple.
Whatever they will make of this, he knows it to be nothing.
(Knows it to be everything.
It is to change, warp, become anew
Wolves raise no fools.)
No, he prefers this the game
Finds jilted enjoyment in a loss so great and small, momentous…
That scavenger hand, too, had been momentous, momentary image impacting.
Ridens, he has been granted foresight
Gracious gift of the gods, themselves the old tricksters.
It leaves him no less wretched.
And when the carrier comes with weapon, creator of a bleeding carcass,
He laughs.
A hysteria forced by deformed scavenger hand
Stretched ragged across the sky
Gruesome on a green day.
And his teeth-fangs flash at the new sight
Ridens
The site strikes him a world hardly worthwhile
Stunted, yet still he deeply mourns loss;
Ridiculous.
A fluid leap-for he is no puppet, these are no strings-brings the other side
As with a switch he returns
Kicks his feet and is over again. Simple.
Whatever they will make of this, he knows it to be nothing.
(Knows it to be everything.
It is to change, warp, become anew
Wolves raise no fools.)
No, he prefers this the game
Finds jilted enjoyment in a loss so great and small, momentous…
That scavenger hand, too, had been momentous, momentary image impacting.
Ridens, he has been granted foresight
Gracious gift of the gods, themselves the old tricksters.
It leaves him no less wretched.
And when the carrier comes with weapon, creator of a bleeding carcass,
He laughs.