February 23rd, 2017
atop a mound of clay fragments
stands a pair of humans
born to bodies that didn’t listen
in a world that won’t care
seven men surround the people
seventh sons of seventh sons
the pair begs for understanding
while the men proclaim a doom:
“We have these words within us.
These words you cannot speak.
And as our words have built us,
shall they write you out of being.”
the clay then forms a new life
in and around the frightened pair
and with lips of rough diamond
the beast calls to the seven men,
“At last your words betray you.
A grammer with glamour enters the race.
Seven truths have come to slay you
Leaving naught but clay dust in your place.”