The Thing that Feeds
On dialectic deeds and creeds
Is plump and full
Today
The sides dividing in wide gaping chasms
The minds unable to fathom
The abyss from which they run
Terror
Gripping pairs of mirrors
In Eyes and Yous
That bear the witness of unbearable Truth
Fragmenting
Slipping from the outstretched hand
Of age and youth
Alike
The Thing That Feeds
On the flood that Bleeds
Red and Blue and rots the seeds
Is Satiated Today
For awhile
The gigantic twisted smile
That knows
That rips apart heads and hearts
Of families of flesh
Threshed from the Wheel
And discarded like Peels
Of Rinds and things that hide
The Spirit inside
The Thing That Feeds
Has gorged itself
On the Fear and the Hate and the Blame
And the Searing States of Shame
That Gather in the Faces
That lather the thick paste of Anguish
On each fractal Trace of The Game
That Traps
That Holds
That molds the Projection of the map
Of Minds from microcosmic Blind
Beings
So terrified of Being
They will Do
anything
To hush the growl from the bowels
Of their Hiding
To push the Foul Fumes of rotten blooms
Into the hearts of brethren
One by one
Easing the pressure that builds
Within
Instead of Seeing
That the Demon
Is Them
The Thing that Feeds
Is the Thing that Bleeds
When the bloody boil has come to a head
And the Heart ReMembers
And refuses to be Fed
With the Sad Dichotomy
Of Blue vs Red
It's all of You, the Thing that Feeds
Hungers Through
copyright charleen Johnston
9-30-20
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