Slaughter

Somewhere in the Darkness,

She waits, watching

Patiently as a cat stalking prey.

She has all the time in the world.

What need has she

Of a scythe?

Humans surpassed her

In the Art of Death

A long, long time ago.

They all float down the Styx

Eventually.

In Japan a clock lies frozen,

Eight fifteen, its pale face reads.

Bodies lie strewn

Like Pigs in a Butcher shop.

She can trace

A strand leading to their deaths

To another horror frozen clock

In Shanghai, seven years prior.

The Nanjing massacre follows.

A million other strands

Scatter like a spider web.

Humans have always been

Masters of Death.

This is a tale

Retold throughout History.

Halfway around the world,

2500 years ago,

The greatest city ever known

Has been forced upon its knees,

Wiped from the maps,

Its people slaughtered

Like Jews in a gas chamber.

A proud king, Senacherib,

Laughs in Delight

As the ghostly wails

Of a raped city

Rises upon the winds.

She has been obsolete

Since the dawn of Mankind.

Humans have always been

The Masters of Death.

And so she waits and watches

As a cat stalking prey,

Hungry but patient.

They will all be hers in the end.