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

Placid Animosity
(B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Poems)

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