By: ‘EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan
Wrapped in crimson, shake in fear
sweat drenched forehead collides with tears
ashes dance through filthy air
pain heaved on backs, beyond what it can bare
lovers clasp hands, eyes shut tight
beauty escapes from within and far from sight
tonights armed storms could ease the pain
for these bloody hands may be washed with rain
whispers elude hindering screams
piercing ears with stories of the unseen
feasting as they pass are the hungry fiends
not a body with breath, spared to leave
tranquilized by lies the outside eyes appeal blind
liar liar pelts stones eroding land in due time
cold chained wrists of the innocent thrive
poison ivy spreads without plants, well doctored crime
Bones of despair in the depths of decay
alive to the music of bullets in parade
the gush of blood as it waters the way
fields of the dead in the freshest display
eyes left open, last sight, severed leg
never to close again on its own
frozen stilled, all motion gone
eyes dead open, dead and wrong
birds are pecking, not a flinch
open sockets
eyes not in.
Shall the last dance be saved
to prance bunker graves
as feet run wild and thrive with rage
exotic dress, splattered in red
torn to bits and close to shreds
costly design for someones bled
“clothe me” she plead and begged
how did such disgust so popularly spread?
nothing more than a wonder passed through their heads.
a cry left to silence
like a disease the red spread
and for the freshest of red
she bled and bled.
eyes left open to a severed leg
left in shreds, dressed in red
shameless display of the innocent dead
asleep atop a bed as home
built on flesh and decaying bone
Tags: Poetry/Art
