Unravelling
Like a ball of string
They whirl
Spinning
Endlessly
Spinning
Beyond control
Spitting vengeance
On every soul
On each small thing
Rage
Shame
Who’s to blame
But you
Who else
Who?
Deep in the Forest
I heard the trees
Shift and murmur
Not me
Not me
They stand there
Calling
To their dead leaves
Falling
Not me
Not me
And holding hands
On the Ocean’s sands
We two
In the shimmering blue
Hear the whales call
Who
Who
Look up at the sun
What have you done?
Was it you
Who caused this
Ferocity
Yet the Furies
Keep spinning
Whirling
And grinning
Faces fixed
In a terrible smile
And all of the while
The children weep
In their deep
Dark sleep
Who did this
Who did this
To me
On a cold dark night
I woke in fright
Nightmares
Galloping
Across my dreams
Hideous scenes
Above the screen
Of my tumbled bed
While rivers of blood
So vivid and red
Soaked into the mud
And I struggled, stuck
In silent screams
And the Furies
Kept spinning
Grotesquely
Grinning
Spitting
Terror
And blame
Hatred
And shame
As they whirled
Beyond care
As they crafted
Despair
Screaming you
Yes, you
That’s who…..
MA©️. Winter 2018
