Yokanzosh

Awakening/realisation through observation of disaster.

Yokanzosh 70

The lust to hear the planes roar

overhead, diving, screaming

through acidic angel spit,

in fierce flame,

 soaring uncontrollable,

in rough spirals, 

downward into destruction.

To watch the street peel,

revealing its soft 

and fragile interior,

scattering everyone,

grenades in the marble factory.

Trees flail to chaotic droning nonsense,

all the time joyous in dismay.

Those lifted from unknown comfort zones

and sent outward into the permanent

scarring vales of no-home, destitute,

wretch revelling in tears,

discovering what it is to be alive

only when facing it head-on.

Knowing alternatives, finally,
Brotherhood of strangers,

Stranger still  the extremity taken

to FORCE change.

Obsidian monolith, crow flesh,

Great Mountain of Ash,
New God, reason.

A great bat wishing to drain all colour,

undeserved we play and must suffer,

more-so... surely.

The lust to unify under new understanding.
Impossible, Hopeful yet, So Evil,

Untouched and remains, forever? No.

7/11/2013