a night at the opera

The Bone Fire

the tribal drums
wail
to honour their
gyrating gods.

more religious
than
religion, desperation
celebrates this

trance of
hue and heroes
drenched in
tequila.

flesh on flesh
as soul
gulps for unsoiled
innocence.

nuns of
indonesian air,
worshipping a world
clear as smog.

impotent hunters
with blunt
spears for
heads

lay
broken traps
for
willing

prey.

this is the stench of humanity.