Mekanicum

A young girl, not much younger than I Lurked in the shadows of an entire generation Witnessing their criminal ways That revealed the blood of the betrayed Blood was sprayed Splashed Thrown around onto the shadows The crimson glisten visible, even on the girl’s invisible foot The images had been engraved in the girl’s head Deep enough to tell her they’re daily routines But she knew better and wanted to reveal everything Her predicament, though, was that she was mute Kept in silence She was forced to watch the play move on Hair was torn from scalps with eyes gouged out Blood dribbling from the sockets Bare bodies were shat