That putrid haze of searing meat and charcoal
bursts through my closed doors and windows
to siege my nostrils, relentless. Green
with sickness, drawn by my disgust,
I go to watch again.
I glare through thick and yellow panes of glass
and watch them enact their yearly summer rite.
On their smoking altar lay the hacked-up chunks
of cow and pig, roasting for the raucous
They stand in circles crudely chanting
meaningless words and wildly gesturing
to each other as they break the seals
of their chosen intoxicating brews
and take long swigs.
These animals, they might as well
be cannibals tearing charred black flesh
off their fellow man. When Gabriel's
Horn trumpets loud they will roast, like meat,
I can't abide it any longer. This year
I must confront them, inform them of their wrong.
My door clanks shut behind me and black asphalt
meets my feet. I stride forth to meet the blood
Noises of a car were made by the young boy who sat outside of his house on the cool grass rolling the small toy around and colliding it into a crowd of wooden people. Alright, ace in the hole! He shouted with a grin not fully aware of the two shadows almost looming over him.
Hey there! Nick smiled using all the charisma he could as he spoke, What you doing?
The boy seemed somewhat surprised seeing kids talking to him, especially older kids. Uhh . Was the only thing that slipped from his gaping mouth.
Steve squinted his eyes and laughed mockingly, Dude, toy cars. Thats so weak.
The younger boy clutched his car in defence, S So what are you playing?&