Outcry of the Blind

by E.E Karn

You are the fleet-footed temptress,

Chased, unchaste unholy vengeance,

Protector of the wronged,

Confidante of the bitter,

Pursuer and pursued.

The passion passing age to age,

Old to young,

Mother to son

To carry on your legacy

As their legacy.

And they 

begrudgingly take up the charge,

Running for revenge

With the fervor of a martyr.

Even now,

In grudge, in feud,

You fuel and enrage the senses

Into crazed frenzy,

To see through a red-lit haze.

 You say

strike back. From your throat

Your whisper comes,

Travels through their bodies

Travels through their generations:

A hungry poison. 

You are

hot wine, streaking through the blood,

Tearing through their family line,

Wrath climbing from limb to limb…

Breaking peace into vengeance.

It is

a human custom, death.

It’s never been your inclination.

You live as long as other

Creatures carry, carry out your call to the

Hot mouth on to the next ear

Of the next avenging angel of your army. 

And we know

your rough touch

As merely a caress.

We succumb to anger just to feel the heat

Of your embrace–the stirring chemical combustion,

The fatal reaction, and salvation.

What once was dormant…explodes.