The Beast has Risen

Written by : Elwood Jake


The Beast has risen
It rides upon an ugly wind
Black space quiet follows
where mountains stood in perilous gleam

She rolled to her lover
touched gentle breast
Sweet flower’s breath
on nipple set
in a garden of gentle weeds

Where rifles roar
to children’s screams
she ripped sweet gentle breast
spat blood on torrid weeds
yet spurred no growth on fruited plain

I sit with her this soundless beast
hold her gently, touch her eyes
wipe her red-blood tears

Do not cry light gentle one
children do abound
In numbers great
for our delight
to fertilize this fallow ground
that waits for your sweet red-blood tears