The Melodies of Murder Mountain

The bodies are piled,

higher and higher as

a dark chorus bloodies

themselves around

the heaped mass of

failing humanity.

The piles grow faster

than the beat the

funeral dirges can drum,

and echo against the red walls

of corpse laden sepulchers and

marble mausoleums.

A lamenting funeral song,

crying out in hollow, raspy voices,

“Oh Where did we go wrong”.

to silent responses and deaf

ears.  Each lyric more sorrowful

than the next. And the next.

Rings of choruses around an

ever growing hill, weeping,

sobbing, tears turning into

a torrential sea, swallowing them,

trying to drown them,

while the drums beat on.   

All Hallowed ground,

All consecrated with blood and

flesh, and misery. Slippery with

death, sorrow, morbidity, and

slick promises of and end.

The songs go on, forever,

gargled with blood, tears,

around this monument of

death. A mountain of loss,

prime for avalanche.