the boy

July 2, 2009 at 2:51 pm Leave a comment

the boy sat down heavily

on the tar

soft from baking in the sun

almost liquid

his eyes burning coals

his body tense with heat and hate

the boy grew into a man

still sat on the baking tar

his skin blackened by the sun

thick like rubber

strong like steel

his burning hostile eyes

didn’t blink

his calloused feet twisted

onto his lap

like an anti-Buddha

he sat and meditated

open eyes

on the evils he would wreak

on the world

the boy became man

and sat until his skin

peeled off

left him naked and exposed

his flesh turned rancid

his teeth popped out of their sockets

and sank into the tar

his hair fell in clumps from his head

the sickening smell

drove villages to foreign countries

his eyes baked and bubbled

and became blind

pecked at by brave birds–

even they did not come often

the man melted into the road

the last of him simmered like an egg

on a hot surface

then disappeared


Entry filed under: Poetry.

and if I were playing with fire

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