The little things (Apology to Gaia)
My blade malicious sliding into flesh
To see the flicker in your eyes dismay
And life’s fresh humour fade from rose to blue
Each time my careful weapon takes your life
None see you die, nor, best of all, do you
No epitaph or granite marks your grave
No loving flame, with sorrow, sparks your Pyre
I smile, obscene with gloating, hidden now
As bleeding in your cherished dreams you tire
Another hopeful wave dashed on the crag
Once mighty breaker ebbing now in rills
You die so many times and yet are hale
And, oh, so eager, to be slaughtered still
Each glistening wound throb with remembered pain
Desire’s blood ever flowing, never pooled
To kill and not be caught is my delight
A death less crude than mere oblivion
As man I sin and watch you fade and fade
Your piecemeal massacre is my charade.
© 2005 Kahdoosch