Blood Dreanched Tears
A vein behind my face thumps
I look at the world
While it looks at me
Judging me
As I judge it
What has happened to the sun?
The world is black
It’s people are black
While the last of the whales has died
All culture has died
Thumping bumping vein behind my face
The wrath of god is supposed to be swift and absolute
So why does the world bleed slowly
I see wrinkles on a woman's face
and think of the countless fulguration seen through those sunken, leathery eyes.
I see the hellish holistic system of systems.
The hellish workings of people's interactions with each other through the lens of hierarchy, piety, and impiety.
Tranquilize my anxieties
Rose Tint my world
The vein behind my face popped
Bleeding tears
Raining blood over schoolhouses
Church steeples
my mind lay in decay
decay decay decay
