Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Bleeding Elephant

Wrinkled pillars,
In four corners
Of aging flesh
And clotted fears,

Abandoned life
Of no more use
To those who watch
Blatand abuse,

A Web of viens,
Pumbing out blood
In a rust pool
Of yellow mud.

Who will avenge
Sorrow and pain
Of this blameless
Animal slain?

(Apologies for the morbidity. This was a nightmare that needed to be written out)