It’s the seventh day as the skies darken and crowds-start
I begin my descent on a machine breaking the sound-arc,
In such a way to replicate a thousand starving hounds-bark
People wait to see my being, eager as clouds-part.
I saunter-down, wonder-the-grounds, staff-in-hand
Approach-the-crowd, hopeless-now I grab-the-man.
He cowers and cries, bows his head in shame-and-disgrace
My description, tattooed encryptions of names-on-my-face.
Burning crown atop my scalp, spine seems to spew-from-my-back
A reflecting mirror in place of the pupils-I-lack.
Crude-symbols-packed, etched on my skin-of-stories
Containing-both, remaining-hope, sin,-allegory.
Torso of a man bearing falcon talons and legs-of-a-steed
A scent of death presence itself to the extent-as-I-breathe,
I open my mouth and let out a deafening-scream
The persuading powers beam, with my rhetorics-ease.
I sliver out my silver two-pronged tongue to the servants-ear
“my child, do you really think you deserve-it-here?
This realm is empty your service is worthless-this-year
I shall make you stay in the dark cursed-with-fear.”
A nervous-tear streaks down his cheek as he goes-to-speak
Voice-shaken, no noise-made-when he knows-he-weak.
“ I will show no remorse-for, prepare for torture
no nature to grace you, or nurture to nurse-you.
From this very point on I dismantle all life-forms
Drain the ocean and engage meteorite-storms.
Perhaps the next evolution shall fill-my-needs,
Instead of kill-my-trees and spill-thy-seed.”
The earth now empty of food, scarce population
I again mount my machine breaking the earth bound-limitation.
The people mourn and slowly decease
Until my experimental planet is free from disease.
