Poetry Wednesday #27

Saturno devorando a su hijo by Goya

Creep

Vile devourer of possibilities,

Odious shrinker of worlds,

Rabid lapdog of the stagnant and befouled.

The new, the innovative, the fresh—

Uncomfortable for those whose

Comfort lies in filth—

Are hounded to exhaustion,

Driven away,

Enveloped,

Their pain gorged upon,

Their silence consumed and

Celebrated.

What sustenance do you get

From suffering

When the future of your 

World

Depends upon renewal?

What nourishment

Is there

In a world gone to rot?