The Descent

An exhumed corpse thrice turned upon a mottled
Gloaming. The carcass disintegrating, a feast for
Groaning demons. Mengele smiling down upon
The broken bodies, the hollow eye evanescing,

A faceless mask that bores into the brain; the
Pyrrhic miens waning, their ravaged souls lost
On wraithlike shores. A Branch Covidian mounts
Upon a deadly charger, as the unvaccinated flee –

The thunder of cruel witch hunters defiling the
Dawn; their inhuman dirks glistening, lusting for
Virgin blood, the wold of skulls down howling in
The rain; the black sun burning, the death knell

Tolling, the chrysalis searing, a balm to every lurking
Knave. A new child on the pyre, the psychiatrist’s
Happy morrow, evil angels swarming like locusts
On the plains; snickering hyenas waltzing with the

Caduceus, the revenant howling, a vermilion mark
On every brow. Manacled were the lovelorn beyond
The tarn of oblivion; cries from the pediatric ward,
Another VAERS report unborn on sallow weeds.

And upon primordial zones of insensate night: the
Swastika screaming over the blasted battlements,
A ghastly rune inexorable, as Nazis do the cancan,
And reason drowns unto the fading of the half-light.

David Penner has taught English and ESL within the City University of New York and at Fordham. His articles on politics and health care have appeared in CounterPunch, Dissident Voice, Dr. Linda and KevinMD; while his poetry has been published with Dissident Voice. Also a photographer, he is the author of three books: Faces of Manhattan Island, Faces of The New Economy, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at: 321davidadam@gmail. Read other articles by David.