Wild Angels
This is the story of
two solipsists in love.
They live huddled in
God’s shadow.
Craving eyes to pierce
the folds of their weak flesh
Stabbing judgment to
thrash and rape their minds.
This is their mantra
and their life blood:
“Look at me Father;
look at what I have done.”
Yes, let’s all gape at
these wretched lost souls.
For we are the auditors
of reality
We are outsiders
foreign to this realm.
We hold the keys to
life and death...
...and to these two
hearts.
A verdict shall be
made.
Truly they are alone,
but they were given a gift.
A precious word never
to be uttered lest they die
A word to spread out
like a puddle of honey
Drifting and dripping
through the manifolds of space.
Swarms of screaming
locusts are their only companions.
From their tongues fire
licks and dances in the darkness.
Hand to hand
Face to face
They sit alone encased
in an egg that isolates them
Separated from the
universe their own minds created.
Shaking in mute
silence, blinded tender newborns
Covered in afterbirth
with the scent of talcum powder
Fetal heads bowed in an
eternal eulogy.
Swimming in that tiny
speck of gelatinous goo
Scrambling for purchase
to smooth white walls
Scribbling thoughts
onto hard carapace shell
Hoping the human stains
in their imagination will take notice.
In their sin, they
share the same scarlet birth mark.
Flopping naked on a
page these mortals retract and coil.
Watch as they roll
around sweating, back and forth,
Crinkling and ripping
the thin parchment of a vast tome.
Shallow breaths and
teardrops the only wind and rain.
They whimper and
moan...withering black in a locked embrace.
Eye to eye
Mouth to mouth
Here are the last
vestiges of humanity’s visage wasting away.
Their innocent
countenance slick and slippery
Like two mute baby
swine wrestling in Vaseline.
Spinning in the endless
void of space and time
Always yearning for a
simple word of praise and approval
Forever
drifting...until the rot of docility and madness takes over.
The only two angels
left in existence.
Longing to touch, to
feel, and to envelope each other
To love, to cut, to
stab, and to sever
Blood let, blood loss,
blood shame.
Wings torn asunder
Now they are one.
Flesh to flesh
Bone to bone
The pair lifts their
faces to heaven and let out a roar...
“Anathema!”
Over and over they
scream the word
Until their hoarse
voices dwindle to rasping chokes.
Grasping each other in
the throes of desperation
Seeking nothing more
than love and affection
They are answered by
dark cold silence.
Final judgment has passed.
These two fools will
survive the ages
Oblivious and ignorant
of an undeniable truth
They are not
real...they do not exist...everything they know...
...is a lie.
Copyright Adam Gaile 2012
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