Time For Vengeance

Vengeance is mine says the voice,
as the frigidness blew in from the north,
and heat swelled and pushed from the south.
And the thunder clouds formed
dense in mass between these two great forces.

Pregnant women wept,
grown men cursed,
sons tore out the hearts
of their siblings, in rage,
with their barren hands.

Daughters bore their
puberty to the lustful world,
in hopes their exposure
would bring them physical preservation-
and salvation from the incoming storms.

Nursing mothers sacrificed
their infants with dining room silver
shoved through their tiny hearts.

But nothing could, or would,
stave off the time of the coming
of the vengeance and wrath
of the almighty spirit's approach.

 Edgar Davis

10/22/2018