As I've noted previously, I get to write when I get some time with idle hands away from my computer (yeah, I know about "the Devil's work") ... and today it was while Daughter #1 had her swim class. No "Plath Factor" today, though, but it's hardly any less poisonous than what's come before ...
IN THIS ABATTOIR
so much fear
so much pain
these days descend
in spirals of destruction
all things we have
are stripped away
all things we know
obliterated maliciously
what can we keep
of who we are?
every symbol
is erased
every touchstone
ground to dust
every icon
shattered and denied
this time churns on
a juggernaut
which swallows up
all our strength
and leaves us empty
unable to strive
unable to seek
the path which leads away
no futures promise
anything but agony
either agonies of days despised
within old chains, once cast away
or agonies of impoverishment
of losing all the things
we've ever had or cared for
while clutching to our dreams
this world hates dreams
and ignores all prayer
it despises dreamers
and those who strive
for finer stuff than this;
it seeks our death
and our debasing
hard and brutal, evil, vile
- Brendan Tripp
10/06/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp