Owl

Owl screams in the night, the voice that rips to the soul
The world turns once again through the lifeless void
In the Ether of myth old that does not exit

The worms probe earth below to find the shell of death
Left for their consumption in mindless indifference
Of those no longer of use to men of merit

The spoon displaces not enough sod to matter, even notice
Making no progress towards places of rest for the lost
Then the inevitable is forestalled yet again

The knife cuts without drawing the physical pain desired
No blood is drawn; there is none to be found
The flesh stays whole, only the spirit dies

Silent assassin of the night, owl once more passes a shadow
Specter of death striking without aware in the night
Victim left hollow, with their heart ripped out



Carrion feeder in the sun dines on the remains of the soul
Given in love for all time, a pledge, a vow of truth
Cast aside by the one who asked all and more

Crumbled body on the trail for those more worthy of return
Trod on in disdain, dirtying soles of the pretty peoples
As they grind it into the dirt of forgetfulness

The realm once more restored to include only the pristine
Those that earn the place by right of birth and might
Merit of deeds and truth having no bearing in life

No will of their own, no consequence to those claiming to care
Others only discarded after usefulness is drained out
Only toys for pleasure and tools to reach an end

The Owl screams once more in the night, no souls left to hear
Only those with lives of no merit to every taste the prize
Those that feel, those that care, receive not return

Their efforts are nothing more than defilement to the righteous
Violation of those with claimed rights of ownership of others
To be bold enough to consent to the will of another

Only those few self appointed to life's throne have such rights
To self-determination of ones fate, and other they choose
The rest being but at their mercy to use or to lose

And the Owl screams again, harbinger of death and all ill
Then silently glides away in the night in search
Of another still with false hopes to kill.

G- November 2008