Horsemen

The ejaculatory mass of self

     denial,

Hazen stupidity fighting,

The populous striving.

Day to day, busy bees flying.

Queens beguiling those knowing

     not enough to question why.

So there they go, on and on.

     Termites dying.

Brainless minds of stuttered Souls

     bereft of life,

Caring not which side they fight.

Soaring clouds of ash,

Falling on paper cities,

Lit afire by desire of creeps and

       ghouls,

Scampering,

Scuddering,

Mudbound Trash.

Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming,

Nightmares run rampant through

     the hive mind.

One bleeds,

Another cries. 

A hiccup of consciousness

      invades tired eyes,

Forever staring upward to

      Heavenly skies, black with

      remorse and red with guilt.

The hoof beats come, 

Fire and Fury quaking the ground.