corpses, cold and pale
litter the floors
the walls are crumbling
brick to brick and stone to stone
come unglued
and the bones of the bodies
silent, stiff, and stark, are
exposed by curling, rotted flesh.
survey your damage
return to view the wreckage
of an inheritance destroyed
murder.
and for what?
revenge.
the men, the women, the children
that you killed
swarm with teeming maggots
and the house you tore down
overgrown now
and collapsing
but the hungry, gnawing holes
in the soaring walls
can never devour all your anger
and here you stand
no better for the fury that scorched this place
no happier for this ruination
for this despair.
© Elizabeth Klassen 2009
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