From some I stole; cruel japes with bloody punch lines
the infant starving while his mother rots
her body slumped beside the cot
It wasn’t necessary and it wasn’t planned.
I gave to you, you the inception
bringer of the Prometheus Virus –
the spark of their fate.
To you who begged for my gift,
staring with pinned pupils.
You, the misanthropic Quixote
threatening windmills with blunted needles.
And to you, pioneer of the new tomorrow
The beacon to the half-bastard remaining
Let me give you this scourge, this mark
Stalking the ruins
watching the rivers run red
surveying the damage
the fires burn the remaining
parasites of the old ways
cleansed by the gentle nudge of
a domino toppled, a breath of fetid
gas wafting over the remains
our chorus fuelled by mad calliopes
and arrhythmic beats, the voices of
the spared the un/lucky the
ingrates the half-bastards the
hopeless sad sack fuckers left to
scrape a meaning from this mess
I gave you the screams
the floods the fires
(the stacks and stacks of funeral pyres)
the rash the cough
(the sickness inside you just can’t shake off)
the pus the boils
(sowing salt deep in sacred soil)
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