They Are
By Riven Waker
THEY ARE
CARICATURES OF INNOCENCE AND GOODNESS
MOCKERIES OF
PURITY THE DEVOLVED
FALLEN EVEN FURTHER FROM NEANDERTHAL
IN THE
MODERN AGE DO THEY SHOW THEMSELVES
GLARING SLOTHLIKE AND CHILDISH,
DEFICIENT
THEY, MUST TELL, HOW IT DOES FEEL
AFTER ALL TO BE INSIGNIFICANT
WEAKLING
AND THEY AND MANY MORE STILL TREACHEROUS
REFUSING
TO GRASP EVEN THE MOST SIMPLE TRUTHS
WHICH DISTINGUISH REALITY FROM
DELUSION
FOR CAPRICE GRIPS THEIR DECEPTIVE HEART
AND THEY WILL
NOT INDULGE THE EVIL OF THOUGHT
SULLEN AND BROODING COUNTERFEITS
TO THE SOMBRE AND MOROSE SOUL
JETTISONED LOOK NOT INTO PITCH
OF THE WORMWOOD LEGER LEST CONTAMINATE THE DITCH
OF ATROCITIES DUG
BY THINE OWN PURE HAND WITH
CRIMINAL WEAKNESS FOR LOVE AND FOR WAR
AND IN THE CROMAGNON HIERARCHY FEARS' BRED
THE PAIN OF OUR
SERVANTS REFLECTIONS
OF THE PAINFUL ISOLATION ATOP HIGH
THOUGH
BETTERS MUST FALL SHORT
OF THIS STRENGTH THAT WE MAY SURVIVE
WHAT LOVE IT WAS THEREIN THE SOUL LAY ONCE
YET NOW WHAT ONCE WAS
THERE NEVERMORE WAS
WHENCE AN EMPTINESS WHICH JUST IS NOT LIES
HENCEFORTH, THE RAGGED AND TATTERED DIRGE
OF HATRED BREEDS WITHOUT
ALL OF PURITY
DOMINANT NEED, AND FAINTED A TOUCH
LIGHT FROM
BLACK AND TOO IN MYSTERIES
BID UNWILLING TO ABSCOND HITHER CLEARING
WHERE FOREST BLACKER THAN BLACK RENDS
FULIGINOUS SHROUD, AN ADORNMENT
DRAPED
FINE AS, MACHETE, AS GRIM RAINMENTS ENFOLD
AS INNOCENT
VENOMOUS MURDERS IN FOALS'