A Failed Short Poem about Animal Decay and the Evils of Humanity

I really don't know about this one, I think it is legitimately really terrible. But I had to get it all out, I had to write something, I had to move away from it. Don't ask me what any of it means, and don't ask me why I seem to constantly write the same shit over and over again. Also, I apologize for writing about abused, starving, and/or dying children in so much of my work. If I could protect all children from the rampant, unending horrors of this world I would. But as long as human beings still exist, then torture, suffering, abuse, abandonment, and murder will continue. There's nothing to be done. Man is the animal. 

Man is the Animal

Hollowed-out gas stations spewing

Glittering pink streams of 

Drunken leaden fog.

Side-winding brick ruins ooze 

With spoiled embalming fluids

And decades of arcane-fueled piss.

Zig-zagging through the withering heartbeat  

In the turquoise wrinkled sky,

Minds walk away from bleeding skin 

And melt together in 

Collective subconscious suicidal sludge,

Careening and copulating ad nauseum 

Through arterial byways 

And sizzling circuitry

Exploding and eating the stars away with

Poisoned electricity. 

Far below, in the radiating dirt

And low-hanging clouds of abandonment 

Children shave their heads

With rusted can lids,

Ripping at each other’s gray, scaly flesh 

Fighting for rations,  

Tiny teeth falling out like chattering rain,

Sick to their core at the awful fact

That they’re alive,

Weeping into each other’s festering pores,

Struggling to accept that 

Rigor mortis will never set in. 

Everywhere I look - it’s all the same. 

Stuck in the apocalyptic fervor,

I’m forced to remember fragments of 

Painfully flickering dreams;

Parades of dead kittens

Dragging my skinned face

Stretching it across annihilating light beams 

Of a dying November sun. 

I awake to feel the earth folding over

An empty street crackling open

Where I watch 

Starving dog trembling down an embankment 

Of impossibly angry faces

Night above prematurely birthed, 

Coating over the horizon

In a dreadful moonlight haze

The color of a thick, undulating film

Of rotten milk

And after-birth. 

Reddening circles around the shivering canine face

Faces the growing unrest of the encroaching crowd

Her eyes are just like mine

Blood-red halos looking to escape 

Back into the diseased-blotched bone structure,

Turn the world forever black,

In blindness, let whatever is out to get us

Totally overwhelm.

Ripping my fingers out of the consuming pavement,

I reach out desperately, clinging 

On to the dog’s exposed ribcage

Hanging like horizontal meathooks,

Suspended from badly knotted spine.

Her breath is a swirling sea of insects,

Bot flies dance in bruised, furless patches.

Piece of bone exposed from her tail wobbles 

As it’s tucked tightly between her 

Teetering, curved, anemic legs. 

Rage-filled eyes dazzle in the expanding light,

I place myself 

Firmly into the swelling, bleeding brain

Of the long-abandoned, mange-riddled mutt,

And choose to feel 

Every agonizing sharp surge of pain

As the crowd of every human who’s ever lived

Closes in

And one-by-one

Kicks us to death. 

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