Perpetual Insignificance

Light pierced the hazing heat,

Illuminating the scene below.

In a circle the cult did stand,

And did clap and clap and clap their hands,

‘Till the seeker finally was found.

And as his eyes he closed,

The rest swarmed forth like mice.

And then their hole they found

To cloak them from fierce green,

Which only the glass of the feline’s eyes,

With curtains drawn,

Could keep inside.

But up the shades did rise,

Emitting light from eyes

Fiercer than the sun above.

And one hole short were they,

And with one tiny squeak,

A little white mouse gave his life away.

And as their play continued,

Others sat in wonder

At the wrath of nature’s venue.

Through swarms and throngs they searched

For that which for some had been lost since birth.

Languishing through the disease and malaise,

Through time they strive to stay alive,

But infected blood through their veins does flow.

Yet moans screamed loud were silenced

To the ears of those who played that game.

And through it all,

A boy sat exposed.

And in two shining orbs the fear

Resembled that of a tiger hunted deer,

‘Till suddenly an idea he took

Of a place no Bengalian would ever look.

And over the terrain did he flee,

Through blackness and shadows,

Until through the cracks he slipped,

Slipped into a fearful land of security.

Through the jungles the Bengal beast

Did search. No eyes failed,

Although the ambition did flail.

And vanish did the beast

To vanquish a different feast.

And while the tiger did gorge

And the deer did cloak himself in darkness,

The people’s stomachs did growl louder

Than any beast’s roar.

And in the ground and in the trees

And all through nature did they hunt,

But on hunger only did they feast.

Yet, while they lived with the thirst for food,

The tiger became intoxicated with life,

And visions of glory in the stag’s mind were planted.

A mad dash made he

To finish life victorious.

But as he whooped and hollered

The cult turned round to stare.

Only confusion did emerge,

For no recognition rested there.

Forgotten had he been

As all had continued without him.

But humiliation tolled so loud

That the bombs hitting

They never heard.

And as the troops were deflected,

A new game they elected.

Men fell in waves upon waves upon waves.

And as they bathed themselves in blood,

Cries of victory and shrieks of defeat

Rang out loud

As women cried more rain than clouds.

 

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This post was inspired by today’s daily prompt: Dignify

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