This is How We Make Beasts

Now, watch closely everyone

I'm going to show you

how to kill a god

Start by carefully removing the head

and watch as it transforms,

a passionless drone

a monster god of death

It tumbles with the horizon

atop the canopy

where it dances, and its head
will roll 'til the Sun kills

the uncomfortable silence of night,

then we can paint the trees

gold and black with our
breath, and flatten the hills

to walk a little easier

We know the world is cursed,

but still we find reasons to keep living

Reviews

[Mia]

I laughed after the first three lines, I couldn’t help myself. The laughter died quickly because your poem to a turn. Very suddenly and it captured me.
“We know the world is cursed,
but still we find reasons to keep living”
Great lines!!

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

I love when a poem when a poem's last lines are intense. It's like they leave an echo.

[Suze]

Yes - we do don't we?