THE STENCH By Jake LeBlanc
June 12, 2012 Poetry
It grips me, grabs me, shakes me violently aware;
Flies, a pestilence on the fallen, hangs over the dismal, grim spectacle.
A horde of insatiable scavengers tear at the blue-bloated carrion of society’s fair.
I am here, alone, a sole survivor without civilization and its shackles.
But they await, like true apex predators stalking a concrete savannah of ruin.
My gun, my life, joined as time remains, savior to the last one breathing.
The single ray of light on a sea of darkest days,Upon this tower I am king of the mountain, the dead my fumbling jesters of decay.
More gather, more pile on, like cattle marched off to end eternal.
For here I sit upon the greatest trap ever set and glare down from my perch;
Pumping blood, beating heart, the rise of a corporeal chest sounds the dinner bell.
And in my rage, I’ll laugh last— when the grand explosion erupts and takes us to hell.
I can see this as being a letter left behind by one of the many protagonists in zombie fiction. Case in point, if you ever get the privelage to read Islands by Mr. Bevan I think you will see what I mean. Nice addition to the small collection of poetry here. Good Job!
Comment by FubarFrank on June 12, 2012 @ 2:43 pm
very nicely done, it would make a good “To Whom it May Concern” letter
Comment by Dreadnought on June 12, 2012 @ 4:09 pm
Nothing like hopeless rage….well done.
Comment by James Orrell on June 12, 2012 @ 4:46 pm
It’s been said 3 times now but it deserves saying; This is really good. Lovely capture of internal dialogue. Or at least what sounded like internal dialogue to me. You kept it lofty without going too far above our heads. Great imagery. Not a fan of poetry, but this was stellar.
Comment by bshumakr on June 12, 2012 @ 9:28 pm
This poem created a really strong visual impression in my head- I think it would really work well with being illustrated in graphic novel style. (comic books, for us old grey guys).
Comment by T.J. McFadden on June 14, 2012 @ 5:13 am