End Times


Hold fire! Mukti’s rickety rickshaw
Holds its breath a moment, pauses in suspense,
Gasps, gulps, shudders and shambles one day more
Bent upon what uncertain comeuppance?

What deadly quagmires lurk around us
As faulty torches, barely flickering,
Leave us stalking fears, while dreams caress us
Beneath steel towers, looming, uncaring?

Surreptitious glances scan each shadow,
Meet only with mirrors too fogged to read
And whereof, pray, this breath? Above? Below?
Which blurred each image, then blindness decreed?

After the abandon of summertime
Comes winter’s burning breathtaking horror.
Bully boys preparing fresh pits of lime.
Hear them sniggering in the corridor.


About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on July 12, 2014, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. What are the pits of lime? Nice flow and rhythm.


    • “On April 4, 1945, soldiers from the U.S. Third Army freed a camp in the town of Ohrdruf, in central Germany. Tech. Sgt. Eugene Luciano later wrote about the experience:

      “Many prisoners laid in their bunks too weak to move, but raised their arms in thanks. Bodies were piled high on the ground; others were in pits covered with lime. There were rows of ditches filled with buried bodies with an occasional leg or arm protruding [sticking up] out of the ground. The stench was intolerable.” ”



      • The link didn’t work. But that’s something like the children’s song. Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies. It was written about the bubonic plague the ring was the disease and the posies were in their pockets to cover the smell. Of course ashes ashes they all fall down. They were dead at the end of the song. They say the story isn’t true but it makes sense.


      • Sorry about the problem with the link. “Copy” the whole link plus the end bit which WP didn’t pick up, then “Paste” it into your browser’s address line and that should work. It works for me anyway.


  2. Chilling poem. Would be interested in its story, if there is one.


  3. Stark words, timely warning… ah that we may change current “trends” (and actual events) before it’s too late – for the future of humanity and for the earth itself.


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