Leash by whip
Chain by leash
Whip by chain
The wordless blood falls as I do
Down,
Down
Down
Deeper, and farther
Hiding a brutal undoing under a gaunt twigless tree
The creatures are no longer the perfection they were tamed to be
The doves no longer fly through my sky’s
They run from my gates,
Blinded costumers and stole their gold from emptying pockets
The lion no longer roars
Its whimpers and whines,
Clawing its way out of sight lines,
Dumb with the cowards it once despised
These animals, these symbols
These perfectly crafted, dystopian outlooks crushed
Shattered in a comforting embrace that held on too tight
The doves were told to fly when they were older,
So, they snuck and silenced their pre-mature soaring
Until there was no child-like trust left in those cages
No solider left to fight my wars,
They were off being studied
Being monitored.
All because my establishment used to be beautiful
It used to have tigers, and elephants and panthers
These beasts used to live silently
Peace bounding off their cages
Serenity.
But now?
People gawk at my animals
The zookeeper abandoned what she once claimed was beloved
Her love was not unfavourited nor unyielding
It was conditional
Second best
So now, people ogle my creatures
Their eyes dance with my fauna
Laughter plaguing the open cages,
Bouncing from broken mirrors and old casts
Gruesome scars worth hysterical materialistic traumas
People said this was depressing
But, people ought not to be worried
As you are nothing but the onbringing that graced you
From being breathed in,
To being suffocatingly held,
And being spit out...
Doesn’t everyone feel this way?