Moving on the lowdown
An outlaw bleeds black
Into a grey world
His ironic smile has become a glare
An unforgiving steroid stare
The damned die hard
And he is ever so much more
Than mischief managed
He has become Evil
Given gravitas by the wait
At home in earthly perdition
He leaves bodies like breadcrumbs
On his backtrail.
Rape rapine and revelry
Compose the soundtrack of his life
Ravaged by a nameless hunger
He consumes it all until
Like maggots cursing polished bone
It is time to move on
He is not another cog in the machine of death
He is a shiv of Shiva from a land of
Shattered rock and burning sand
And he is eastbound
In fact he may be in your town
New people (babies) have a power vested in them they often don't comprehend. Like the sunrise we would have them conquer all the demons they encounter, we feel it should be their birthright. This empowerment can lead them to evil. This earthly perdition they embody "Given gravitas by the wait of antiquity" all the things the human enigma must be able to defeat of human history, is rightfully theirs, but absolute power corrupts absolutely. This power they possess rapes the very soul of the anachronism incarnate, takes possession of its lands and wills it to subordinance with epiphanies revelry. How else can they grow to be our successors, reap the fields we have sown. As Shiva will no doubt accede of the here and now "it was due yesterday", this all encompassing human sanctity we precieve for them. Their eastbound and down, rolling like the sunrise. Lets hope they don't forget we willed that this should be true for them and bite the proverbial hand we have extended. Great stuff Dale, keep it up!!!
It is an ordinary description of some notional sociopathic murderer - but the accompanying snapshotis spectacular! Together, the word snapshot and the photo one have a sinister and thought-provoking effect!
"Bleeds black / into a grey world" is a notable figure. All of the language here, being somehow both elliptical and direct, is strong and sinister.
As an Australian, I recognize this poem as a typically American reaction to that character: there is a certain glamour, and the evil nutter is able to enjoy that. In my country, they usually feel pathetic and kill themselves. But one or two have got into the spirit of the thing.
i found this poem reminded me of an old Del Shannon song "Stranger in Town."
the serial killer moving from town to town...we had one in southern illinois...rode the rails...got off, did his thing, got back on and ended up in another town far away...consumed with the need to ravage lives...nothing personal, just the need to kill.
although your poem might be meant in a lighter, more comical sense..because of the picture included with it.i see serious undertones in it. but then, that's me reading from my experience and perspective..
i especially like the lines "rape rapine and revelry/ compose the soundtrack of his life"
like a voice singing in his head, telling him to do it.