Progeny

Progeny

On soft leather shoes that curved at the ankle
Thin pale skin draped the knotted bone 
It creaked quietly as the evil bent to stand; somber in the courtroom
Youth had worn off the young man's extremities
Leaving only a veined husk filled to the brim with sorrow

Sadness only expressed through violent hatred
Poured out of his smooth taught skin
Tears; dying embers of a remembered future
Painted the cold blue eyes

His evil was audible as he drew each breath
Solace and safety, thinly bound by his silver chains
The Fellowship of Death was now to commence
At that moment, my ears heard a horrid sound

Evil had a Mother

Her wide shoulders sunk deep into her flesh
A purple wool scarf hung across her thick outline
As if she herself were marked for death
She moaned, close mouthed and quiet

Futility was the platform on which she stood, slumped and forgotten
Shining black 'church shoes' tickled the bottom of her yellow dress
Strong arms of a lifelong factory worker
Clung in desperate hope to a withered black purse

Accepting fate is a fool's term for being at the mercy of ignorant will
With every word spoken of the condemnation she jolted inward
Havoc and anguish were only sheltered by her cheap hat and glasses
The mother of evil stood illuminated, a statue of love for her son

A baby was dying

and god spoke "What you do to the least of my brethren, you do to me"

Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 02-15-13