Saturday, July 26, 2008

Devastation: A Saturday Poem


Devastation


The hardening is deliberate and cruel,
as is all that will come thereafter.
The only consolation being that so many,
so very many others, share the same fate.

The heat, the sweat, the pain.
Left and right, succumbing to the pressure,
those known to you perish.
Blown apart, ripped open, left white
in shock. Naked guts torn inside out.
A mushroom cloud of exposed flesh,
shards of skeleton clinging to the core.

Throw these now (still exhaling steam)
to the gaping maw, to be mashed to pulp
and lowered into hot acid.
Ground in the mingled bile and bones
of comrades, and finally
rammed the length of a cold hard pipe
into a rotting cesspool…

where there is nothing,
nothing more devastated
than popcorn.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2008

2 comments:

stefanie said...

Popcorn? All that for popcorn? :)

cipriano said...

Popcorn!
The other white meat!

Yes, Stefanie.
I once was popping some of this stuff and just thought.... you know... I, for a moment, became ONE with the popcorn.
Felt a kernel of its agony.
As it were.

As Billy Collins says, "Everything is a poem!"
[Actually, I am not sure he said that. I just know that he WOULD say it!]