Ignoring The Games Inside

The race was set,

And the writhing

Mass was lead!...

...But they weren't

Only a mass, now,

Were they?...

...This mass consisted

Of individuals...

And for the

Bloated couples

Watching

The games at home,

And modeling their lives

After these facsimiles

Of humanity,

(Thus ignoring the

Games inside)

It was a match to

The end

To determine who

Would destroy

The other first,

And with what

Blunted tool.

The pushpin

Of their naked flesh

Was like a house

With no rhapsody,

And that was indeed

Where they lived,

As even the fight had

Trickled out the wall cracks...

The wind whistled through her

As if she were made of paper...

...A gust from a hole in glass

Crippled his spine,

And made him hunch

Further towards the ground...

These two

Were blind, and

Completely beyond

Attemping a cartography

Of the acreage

Free of their own

Singular

Inferno...

The race was set,

And the writhing

Mass was lead!...

...But they weren't

Only a mass, now,

Were they?

©

2018

Bunny Villaire