31 July 2012

A poem of "capital" punishment

I am the pinprick that never stops
The flash that never fades
You draw the curtain, don your shades,
cower under the covers
in fear of light, sound and touch
Life goes on, but not for you
The pinprick stays, the flash won't fade
Hammers pound the forge
A blast furnace of hot iron bellows in your brain
Aflame with rage, molten misery
the lake of magma flows on and on
past the stopped sullen clock, melting time

From the depths of boiling slag
through the clamor of iron and steel
under the stab of knife and needle
you call to the Eternal, and live Eternity
in burning, endless Pain

I am your capital punishment