Fangs and Claws #1

Part 1

Or The First Zombie

Acamar, sitting at the bank
Oblivious to the sound of water
As the river stones sank
In his hands was the demon's device
A black slab for slaughter
Slithering through every crevice.

He saw in it, the lives of others
A hundred million lives
Of sons and mothers
He craved the depravity
And the discontent it offers
Losing, perpetually, his centre of gravity.

He would be driven to death at times
Paying for someone else's crimes
But that would be too late
The pleasure of melancholia
He has already taken the bait
No strength to deny

Nothing to do, but wait.

~mk

This poem was written under considerable duress, caused to me by the total helplessness I felt in the face of a device.

See also: Fangs and Claws #2