Eclipse

Molten currents move under the crust.
The ground we walk on buckles,
Threatening eruption.
Before you can think,
The cold slash across the jugular,
The geyser of blood,
The cracked head on the cement,
Brains leaking out like syrup.
A sunny day holds nightmares.
There are serial killers
In every phone booth,
Rapists behind every briefcase.
Through the obsidian looking glass,
One can see what was overlooked.
In the church pew,
A woman with her legs crushed
And her nipples torn off.
The preacher, dancing naked in the nave,
Urinating on the crucifix,
And kissing the Devil's ass.

Europe's house has many locked doors
And secret rooms,
And all the lights are turned up
To chase the shadows from the corners.
Dark-skinned people carry the burden
Of what's been denied.
The Jews carried Germany's
Deformed monster babies
In their bellies;
Wore them on their arms.

Every child makes a deal with a snake
And becomes a twin,
While the dung piles up in the cellar
And his other half wanders the catacombs.
Before you can pick the locks
And retrieve the pearls from the manure,
You have to sleep with the black toad
Under your pillow.
You have to invite the seething, foaming dog
With it's bulging desperate eyes
Into bed with you.
You have to take that smelly, writhing mass
From the garbage and eat it.

David Aronson