A Twist

Seeing the world thru another lens.

A dank tunnel

ends in a door

the door will never open

there are other doors

that lead to the surface

 

Up here the smoking creatures run

they go the same direction

on serpentine legs

eyes full of light

that they cannot see

 

They run between islands of stone

on which are chained

ravenous beasts

that squat amidst refuse

and cry incessantly for food

 

Their stomachs are hollow

their prey clanks as it falls

downward into darkness

to be retrieved

by men with gloved hands

Author's Note

Came to me at work.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Bravo.....................