Imagine if underneath the city
There really were alligators
Blind and white, crawling in the sewers.
What might they think of us
Those who sent them down there
From a world of warmth and light and air
Flushed away where it is dark and cold and
Everything stinks?
Imagine if there were alligators.
Would they hate us, the two-legged demons
who consigned them there?
Or imagine
That they would worship us
In their dark temples, where the sewers
meet;
Singing songs of our greatness
And how we put them to the test
By sending them to live in the cold and the
starvation –
Would they dream of a glorious return to
the warmth and the light above
To us, the god-kings
If they lived good enough lives?
Imagine if they met one of us, down below.
And how they would be grateful for the gift
we brought
Food of our flesh, drink of our blood
Energy and redemption,
And how they would hold songs in
celebration.
Of how you are warm and tasty –
Thank you for giving us of you to eat
God.
[I'm not too well today, so this is all you get from me till I'm better. Sorry about that.]
Copyright B Purkayastha 2015
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| [Illustration by Bronwyn at Beemonster Illustrations] |
Bill,
ReplyDeleteHope you feel better soon.
As for the story here, quite good in my opinion. Not so sure if we would be worshiped, but no doubt they'd be more than happy enough to eat any of us foolish enough to venture into their realm. Yeah, real tasty treats. All that nice warm meat and sweet red blood. Hell, maybe they would worship their food. Beat me.
Cheers. And get well soon.