I Glanced at Despair...

I glanced at Despair

And she had eyes of depthless obsidian,
A gaping mouth of tar
Teeth that were stained with the dysfunction of life

Her movements were those of a nocturnal animal
Sick - stumbling
careening through the daylight hours - silently crying for help.

We are deaf.

Concern, tolerance, we have no souls.
Forgotten are the scars we wear so proudly,
no one sees the torn flesh or the blood dripping
like an insistent faucet, clogged with the brains and bile of humanity.

For one brief moment Despair grinned wildly

Clasping an empty sheet in one hand and a sickle in the other...
When morning came the earth stank and oozed,

For now I am alone, the land beneath me sweating off its fever.