Apocalypse now

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Apocalypse now redux-twelve; the horror's alive
hidden beneath this school locker gray-porcelain sky
a forest alive...beings and trees of God's poorest design
bio-war in a steel cauldron spitting odorous lies...
It's hell to most but for some it's heaven's soma disguised
as he looks back at his wife, son and Doberman's eyes
passing Mary and Jesus' photo-
he turns, throws a cross and pays an ode with his mind.
-There weren't many men with the experience and patience of Scott
Summa Cum Laude, varsity ball...a certain cadence of thought
when the skies turned, many believed it was a statement of God
but Scott analyzed the atoms - their composition and valence was off
it wasn't long before most of them died, laden with coughs
--A hunting knife's strapped to his leg, there's three guns on the other
he jogs toward a forest of mutants, and the Burgundy brothers
good on ammunition for months, shit...he'd murder for butter
stepping past forlorn oaks, a bush unfurls with a shudder
looking evil in dirty rags - a triple eyed little girl and her mother
Scott stopped. They had that sad-empty look of people estranged
estranged from nature...estranged from God. A people in chains.
He simply pointed South and stared, they nodded approvement
...the Burgundy brothers' concubines had some laudable uses.
He reached an opening flanked by birch walls; the white summons was odd
pulling a gun he senses death, then thinks of his wife, son and his dog
A raging boar comes forth, enraged, two tons and eight feet tall
Through the nose and to the brain - there couldn't be any mistakes involved
It shook its head, roared and charged with the pace of a God
...three bullets in its brain, it slid 30 feet, slumping to face with Scott
still alive, writhing wildly until he sated its thoughts
Suddenly his right arm felt strange...abrasive and taut
looking down, an arrow was sticking out his flesh in a spot
The jeering black toothed brothers stepped and they cocked
two crossbows grinning savagely with his death in their thoughts
"meeeeat..." demented, patting the boar's head crazed, he croons
the other shot an arrow, almost grazing his filtration tube
no need for guns, once he pulls out his blade they're doomed
criss-crossing, he takes an arrow to the forearm, then slays the two
Saying a hail mary he kneels, carving a cross in their tan cheeks
searching their pockets, he's overjoyed! three pieces of canned meat.
Shortly after he returns, Scott dances in his glee
"Look honey! MEAT FOR JUNIOR..." he rolls the cans up to her feet
"don't cry dear, you're too special...you're such a gorgeous thing"
she nods her approval jerkily-
head full of maggots, decomposing on the porch's swing






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