Thursday, 2 January 2014

Grim: A Poem



"Grim

 




Silky, slippery, syrupy, sickly sweet, sugar slides
alongside big bits of bubbly, black, bitter bile;

It slows while it flows into a cold, clinical, crucial,
creative, cool, coal coloured cauldron;

Mysteriously, miraculously, magnificently, majestically and
magically melts a miniature, miniscule, minute, microscopic man;

He grows and grows from the fingertips of the toes. Soon bestows
a titanium, tremendous, terrifying, tribal, triumphant titan, tall as a tree;

The man dozes after he bulldozes disastrously, destructively, drastically
and devastatingly, destroying dozens of dark, devilish, demoniac, daring
lives while he watches the light leave their eyes, their demise.
They are decreasing, declining, dying, decaying, fading.
Such a blasphemous, boasting, back stabbing, brutal betrayal.

Hellish, heinous, horrid, horrifying, harmful, headless.
This man serves as death himself, a sentient entity;
a ghostly, ghastly, ghoulishly, grasping, grabbing,
grisly, grim, greedy, soul sucking, sinful, slimy,
slithering snake against his foes, he shall reap what he sows."

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