Seeking Humanity's Warmth

 

because of the fighting

the trash is piling on up

in thoroughfares

and alleyways

and by doorsteps.

mixed with the trash,

the bodies, lifeless

the hopes, stillborn  

the festering expectations

of normalcy

and civility.

the flies like it.

the maggots like it.

the rats

the cats

the dogs like it.

the people don’t mind it

as long as it happens

to others.

the grip of the sulfurous

stench is tightening

on the throats

of recalcitrant children.

stronger

and

stronger

day

after

day

on that of their listless

parents.

who cares about the smell

the hope

the decency

the children

when in this cold-hearted

city

the faces are streaked by

a scalding gusher of hatred

and the bullets

desultorily fly on by,

like migrating

birds,

seeking the warmth

of humanity's blood.

Reviews

[Damien Dsoul]

The contents of this poem are like the dregs of a horror movie that just has no end. The imagery of the filth, so much fills the space of the poem, almost like the poet really wishes for us to rub our noses into it so as to know what it feels like. The imagery is far gripping, it nearly swallows up the poem's theme.

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

The warmth of Humanity is a mystery, we are so detached from human spirit, that humanity is unreconizable. In your write you have touched all that is human and all that is easily distracted from mans' being.

well written.