By Krishna Singh Reynolds

when will this venomous harpy flee?
to more salubrious climes where it may be
…..free.

shall it be a burden forever here?
an incessant unopiated pain enchained,
a murmuring mass of sewage ’serv-ed’,
 as stinking pottage in golden bowls,
while vituperation flows,
a subterfuge

to engender fear?

or shall we see
 that glorious day

when the tears of rain, and raucous screams
shall from the violent harpy come
with accompanied peals of laughter resonant,
in the tongues of its victorious prey?

shall we not thenceforth go, to the lair
of this ‘abominance’
and  end its foul and loathsome reign.

shall we not send it henceforth
to its place in perdition
in the fiery depth of hell
that we may once more breathe the breath of life

untainted, fresh and free?

©krishna singh reynolds – sep-oct2011