Of Bones and Anger

Then, I saw them
dust assembled into hands like bone; flaking, cracking and falling apart.
as they were moving and stretching
I saw a finger dissolve and wither away while groping around,
looking for someone to scare and deceive.

I saw these hands move
and hover near those I call dear
"the hands of death have lost their luster"
I whispered, as anger began to gather

Then, they came burning from my mouth
words wafting like smoke
billowing and filling the room.
"oh, death where is it?
where has it gone?
the terror of which you told
the fear you claimed to hold
has that power withdrawn?
oh, death where is it?"

these words like wind
quiet as a breath
shattered those feeble bones.

i watched as they
withered quietly away
returned to dust
and departed quickly from me
leaving their embers cold
never to see fire again

what was left was nothing more
than three fingers and a wrist

and it was then that it overflew from me
i lunged and seized that misanthropy
i clenched it in my fist
and it felt not
like the cracking of bone
but like the grinding of sand
that dust became mist
and fell to the floor beneath my feet

...

you have trespassed
and with my eyes wide open
i see your shrunken form
devoid of shape
it lacks anything that lasts

Oh, goliath
how pitiful you've become

run and hide
these eyes are wide open
you have no time to bide

shrink back in terror
these eyes are open

your strength is gone
and in its place
only emptiness

these eyes wide open
see the earth shake
and watch you tremble

feel your ears deafen
and your eyes go blind
from the thunder exploding
and the lightning screaming over your head

i see it clearly
the gallows holding your head
and a people set high above you
on the tops of mountains

even when the tide rises
even when the storm rages
even when the night darkens
we stand on mountains
unshaken and unmoved

your time has long since past
be still and accept defeat