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Vancouverite Metropolitan Hellscape, part 1 of 5

(prelude) 
 
  the buzzing of the evening insects 
  presage evil ! 

  here are black wolves ! here are ghosts and fiends 
  and here are blackest of demons ! 
  
  and black be the murk tonight with devils ! 

be forewarned ! and be accursed...
you, who set eye on these 
perilous passages and venomous verses :

  you have no idea 
  how dark, complex, 
  cynical and hopeless
  this all can get 

  I

  Twilight has its way, come Night :
  come, cloudings of bloodsucking bat ! 
  come, sleep to the toddlers and calm to the dogs at guard;
  come respite to the dwellers of the parks and the streets 
  come, peace below these stars : 

  the paperboy delivers his papers, 
  the planet spins its distance,  
  the cat kills its rats
  and the rapist has his victims : 
  the youngster drugs himself to death
  first thing out of rehab
  and the girl is sold by the person
  she thought she could trust the most 

 Tranq abusers hide and disappear 
  like roaches at the break of morning 
  into the ruins and cellars and destitute housings 

  scarabs hiss the songs of pestilence and dirty needle : 
  wailing banshees of despondency
  psychotic on the corner of a street 
  screaming their anguish to the lot of the world : 
  unprocessed traumas left to die on the bottom of the needle ocean 

  an unwanted nuisance child
  born from a night of desperation
  is abandoned by a crack-fiend mother 
  rotten to her spiritual core : 
  tragic, suffered, broken, yes - but guilty  : 
  God may have mercy on this demon  but i can not ! 

  and such are the realities 
  of the absolute form of existentialism 
  whose principles govern this world and its human enterprise... 

  impossible moral equations
  float in the Night's aether 
  as all moral philosophies come to die
  at this graveyard of God :
  unfathomable narcotic abyss...
  
  no hope escapes
  the black hole 

  no light escapes
  the intravenous event horizon
  
  gloomy visions of destitute social ruin
  greet the traveler beyond the threshold : 
   
   be forewarned ! traverse at your own peril 

  you have no idea 
  how dark, complex, 
  cynical and hopeless
  this all can get...

Copyright © E. R. Ryttersson | Year Posted 2024

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