The sick ones dance around the fire
Unaware of the disease grown into them like the twisted root of an ancient oak
Young ignorance stumbling with its crooked smile
Searching for its next meal of the only know substance
Lies
Lies told and retold for generations
Consuming our elderly
Entrapping our children
Until they undergo their transformation into adulthood
Only so their children too will do the cannibal dance
YOU ARE READING
The Cannibal Dance
PoetryYou know when you can't get to sleep at night and you sporadically get new ideas? This was one of them. Hope you enjoy.
