More from the sphincter of the grandiose

Life cleaves with cruel steel
a world of brutal logic
from that of child-like dreams. 

Each day
a cull of innocents . 

Victims’ screams
echoing through empty streets. 

Oxen
who have ploughed the earth
to satisfy its owner
are, in turn, ploughed under. 

Days turn into weeks
Weakness into tears
as skin is blanched by time. 

A life among the multitude
of generations lost. 

An atom in the cataract. 
 
A single grain of God.