Monday, 27 August 2012

The walking dead

the slither of escape taunts a queen in a cage
     spirit lies chained
her nature is numb
    
     the world through bars
her daily domain
     despair is a maze
It has swallowed her rage
     
     night falls..
she dreams hot pursuit
     of gazelle
no match for her pace
     usain can relate.

She opens ashy eyes
     resigned to fate
too beat to pray
     no choice but wait

     suffering mute
no more stomach in her fight
     eye's fire followed suit
deftly left in the night.

     soul knows no peace
but the smallest relief
     each day
fed meat
     cold slabs
bought cheap
     she is watched while she eats
we civilised love a beast
     could it be we recognise our savage beneath

thrilled kids giggled bounced pebbles of her head
     heart beats in vain for the walking dead.








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