Crumpled Landscape
Only malevolence survived the fiery furnace
that plumped up the vile muscles of menace,
fed demonic spirits donning human cloak,
fluffed vicious laughter beyond chick blinds
curtaining love, fervour, gratitude entwined,
for sick, sullen edification, communities being
attacked, inundated in barbarian schemes,
savaging contentment, self-pride of fragile
knelt knees, mangled marrows dreading end,
feverish temples quivering with desperation
running away for shelter, groping for hope,
lips agape, parched holes incinerating in wild,
voices dead ash on scorched metallic tongue
not able to invoke humanity for an escape,
echoes radiating from shattered screams
of frozen skulls split open by jingle of arms,
to embed shrapnels of inhuman devastation
upto labyrinthine heart’s shrill palpitation,
those velvety grey pupils no longer buoyant
benign wicks snuffed to be devoid of light,
now bottomless pits with embers of anguish,
tormented, bled till urge of vengeance died,
a jungle sinking, pith singed, colors robbed
bright green battered in a catastrophic zeal,
saved souls doomed to be trampled by time.
Written in response to the Saturday prompt 'painting the fear' by J.D. Harms in Scrittura.
Era Garg August 2021
