SKIN IS WEARING THIN
Long in the tooth, but not sharp at all
They snarl at each other
As they queue in the supermarket
For the bargains.
Of the wild animals
They abuse, flay alive, eat.
Dogs, chimps, lions, gazelle.
Any living thing on their road to hell.
They seek to inflame each other
By their diseased behaviour
To discourage the pale decencies
Of life. Their stupidity enrages me.
They spit, fart, masturbate.
Massacre the innocents
Delight in petty conquests
Full of greed and cowardice
In their refusal to take real risks.
They boast in their obesity
Are terrified of death
They admire their own reflections in skewed mirrors.
They do not read the signs or signals of our lives.
They mock children's innocence,
Condemn the naive, the gentle, the forgetful, the weak.
They have no awareness
Of all the misplaced broken, tender things
That make life what it is.
John Marks
Mon 15th Aug 2022 22:36
Thank you for all the likes and especially you Keith for your ability to see into the heart of things. John