Slaughter

It is all around me
Fragmented and smelly
I am just bone
Standing at dusk alone and
Feeling a caustic chill against me

The rest of me, in pieces
Scattered all about
Sliced like trout from a hook
Ripped like your favorite page from your favorite book
Who the hell are you to destroy my masterpiece?

What have you done?
I try to speak but you have taken my tongue
Blood is not the worst part
It is watching my heart flop like a fish
Standing witness to its agony
And knowing the tide is out for good

From where I stood
Your shadow was a mile long
I stood from dusk till dawn
Watching you fade
The curtain of darkness cascaded over this wicked mess
I begged for your trail to fade too
So it would be impossible to follow you

I stood till my bones gathered dust
Till it was all just rotting mush and there was nothing left to save
I stood till your trail was gone and a road was paved
But I still could not find my way

You are a machete
Blade is clean
Heartbeat steady

I am alone in my demise
A pile of lonely bones
Still waiting for the tide to rise.

White-speckled and fanatical
He flies
From the stucco walls
To the porch light I left on for you

It is a fancy he cannot fight
He loves for reason etched inside him eons back
And his beloved
Will kill him without mercy

He flies with passion
His wings, always clipped

Aimless it seems
But knowing nothing more
He circles each night the same

Closing the drapes now
The cruelest of epiphanies
Creeps up on me:

You are a porch light.