Window of time — years ago —
The birth-givers disrobed and produced babies to throw
into the abyss where they would not grow.
But grow they did, from seeds to weeds,
into carnivorous men and goatish women
longing for tall fires in deaths’ cold breath of life.
Thirsting for sexual domination
in the semblance of licentious obedience,
Ball gags, Whips, Rubber sheets…
Love in Chains
Invigorating cruelty served up daily
with their bread and wine,
While upon the heavenly humiliation
of invasive maneuvers they would dine.
And the birth-givers, who no longer spoke
in bombastic tongues,
Could only watch with shameful amusement
as the perverted night ate their young.
Top Drawing – Bacchanal Of Putti by Nicolas Poussin
Bottom Drawing – Unknown. Originally posted on Sassydog.net
© 2012 Mark Rogers
(B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Poems)
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