I woke to a clan of fanged vampires
Dripping with fresh blood from their gory sets of 32
Entrails shred in frenzy
The carcass an ailing heifer,
What a clan of illiterate literates
Sighted blind
Soulless beings
Heartless creatures
How can they know shame?
Lost in servile obedience to their macabre cravings
They descend with glee to the market place
Where alas a princess has disemboweled herself
Town-criers hoarse from shouting from the rooftops
Stampede in full show, hands, nostrils and eyes soaked
While she lives still, the heifer
And her failing voice audible to the ‘heartful’ bystander
What am I to do?
Should I go back to sleep and continue to dream?
Or am I actually seeing it happen and to sleep I should refuge seek
What is what?
It is here as it is everywhere, the creatures that fill the earth have a lust for gore, for scandal, for blood
Some say the wise provide it and reap of it its fruits
Soiled in fetid effluents, blood and serum and phlegm and saliva
But that is what they, we relish
Sadly!
THE RAMBLINGS OF THE FORGOTTEN SEER. 