Repetitive Sacrificial Ashes

Like a divine, sacrificial lamb
Bound and open for all to witness
It is death – the freak show.
Blood spills easily into
turbulent pools filled with
rancid boils that burst
within those captive hearts
Marking them, infecting them
The hunted, stagnant prey
A poor, spoiled wretch emerges
as your putrid web decomposes
before your contaminated eyes.


Your foul, beautiful victims arise
and still you play the whipping boy
A small scapegoat, feeling validated
Yet your defiled audience grows weak
and sick at your every falsified word.
Rotting, fetid, decayed vision of superiority
A Messiah with complexities
that are so self-absorbed
making your phoenix ashes
almost impenetrable
Just blown away little by little
until the wretch has no new land to discover.


Manna turns to a deceitful feast
as you struggle to keep the hungry larvae
from showing themselves in their true form
They are squirming under your perfect mask
becoming more apparent with time.
The view of you bound and stretched
is sickening, as we look on in anticipation
To see you sacrifice yourself again and again
before wounded and diseased spectators
who sigh and gasp, as your circus becomes no more
than hilarity and utter chaos.


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008