By, Chloe Rudnicki | News Editor
September 21, 2016
The cameras’ great mouths stretch their jaws
unleashing violent flashes of light.
The great bolts douse its victims in sharp clarity;
The grey of life torn out from the seams
Unveiling the gaping insides of Society,
The lens of human history unforgiving.
Out spills a long, disjointed memory
Hard voices and steeled eyes
Parasitical fear unfurling on millions of faces
A current of anger and silent suffering
Unwieldy words softening minds and hardening eyes.
Hatred and division dressed as beacons of hope
A land forced to bleed in two colors.
The corpse falls under blind, thudding feet
Eyes averted, clubbed black and blue by illuminated reality.
The purity of truth thrusts forth the decay
To minds unwilling to look.
The pulp of Society is lost to oblivion in the crazed rush forward
Content to live in daydreams.
A tangle of desire and jumbled thought
Seep into the brittle bones
Passions unhinged by chaos
Pumping the blood of millions into a specter
Forcing noxious life into its veins.
Resurrected by words and emotion,
Shriveled frames starved for a heart.
New faces replace the old ones.
The same eyes fixed in the sockets.
New lusts tear themselves free
Fragile and greed-ridden lives
Stitched into the scarred skin
Of the ungainly Creature.
The cavernous mouths now stifle their appetite,
The harsh light fearful of infection:
A shadowy existence with an irregular heartbeat,
Its staccato the constant stop and start of time.
A soul driven mad,
Its starved frame constantly grasping for the world’s forbidden fruit.
The Creature falls in and out of life
Its resurrection left unseen.
A monstrously human soul;
For better or for worse,
In a land that refuses to see monsters
In a world where there is nothing else.
All that remains is the glint of the Beast’s eye
in each blissfully slack face.