Throes & Daggers
Oceans swell with depleting ponderance.
Sun intensifies a flagrant gaze.
No more do meadows lark.
Lands reek of rotting offal,
by an army of unrelenting foes.
Lives perish inside their cage.
(Closed, barren minds bare no rage.)
Shadows dip into the realms,
their days past unknown.
Daggers into gentle hearts–
Sly, these deathly throes.
Cry, mother, cry.
As the milking parlor awaits your return,
your newborn is led to die…