Cynthia Zhang November 18, 2011
Greed - The Monster in the Garden
Yawning,
The twin brother of God,
Looks around,
Ready to snatch
Anything, everything
To fill his
Insatiable appetite.
God Himself has gone mad,
Leaving His garden unattended.
It is time,
It is time.
It is time for his twin
To play
With his invisible hand.
Trotting around
With one hand massaging
His pot belly,
God's brother
Yawns and yawns.
The pleasure of hunting
Is tempting, tempting.
The two lovers' kisses
Are disgusting, disgusting.
The admiration for God
Is... a little bit itchy.
And when He is mad?
The brother scratches his
Bulging eyes:
Enough, enough.
The instinct is to
Pounce and tear.
Like a lion,
I will roar and rule.
For the pleasure,
Out of respect for my brother,
It is safe to play God.
Let's start with the lovers.
Tell, tell every detail
In your little tiny heads.
Why on earth do you
Ever dare to kiss,
And in public?
Is there any shame
Left?
Now, you crippled.
Your dignity should have been
Buried,
If not a long time ago
With your sturdy limbs.
Was it a smear on your face
When you glimpsed
At my eternal peace
Of sleep?
Well, well, well,
The mass.
A little crush on God?
An easy life in the garden?
Did you ever notice
He has a brother,
Lying there,
Pretending to be obedient,
Out of modesty?
His brother looks different
But has the same
Steel will.
His brother does not
Allow the ignorance,
Like weed,
To grow in the garden.
You are all my games!
Thunder in the sky,
Rolling storm,
And,
Lightening!
You bugs!
Kill, kill, kill!
My invisible hand,
Hidden in heaven,
Will not show
Stains of blood!
Blood of bugs!
The garden of God
Is a barren land
After all these...
The lifeless like creatures
Are not without life.
The game like fate
Is not for them.
They know too well
What is precious.
Their very life is a given
That cannot be
Taken
In vain.
Thunder in the sky,
Rolling storm,
And,
Lightening.
The lives believed to
Have been lost
To the game,
Is bursting
The big stomach
Of the twin brother
Of God.
The juggernaut,
The great,
The invisible...
