Poetry: MONSTER MOVIE

And......

Action!

1st Take

This year is pure improv

Who

could have even conceived

such a script

the villain enters straight away

ruthless opportunist with crown of

Capsid thorns

and the band plays on

as they did when we were kids

indeed as they always do

But this horseman comes

with malevolence

anew

gobs of gel and fountains of

spritz

the fortunate ones 

whining

under masks of fabric

the old, the infirm, the ones locked

in

laid out on their backs

gasping for air under

masks

of plastic

Carnage in the corridors

the nurses and doctors

dancing a macabre

ballet

Stepping over this way

and that

Nothing for the bereaved

well, maybe Granpa's favourite hat

a grim keepsake

that accentuates the

grief

And still

none can tell

when the silent stalker

first hits

But he has to share this

set

Cause outside plagued homes

the cities are burning

and freedom's yearning - long stirred then

deferred - now mutated and soured

and each and every

hour

the pavements fill

with contempt distilled into

canisters

billowing out presumptuously

sowing scorn reaping

rage amid tears

They defy the disease and

diseased demented

demigods

Montezuma made mad and

going deeper than mere

Revenge

Blood and guts in prime time

we're not holding back on this one

they lay dead in the streets

shot

suffocated

battered with shields and

clubs and by the bumpers

of Police vehicles

they hang from trees - real and ersatz - as in the

"bad old days"

all the classic monster movie tropes being trotted out

for this fin-de-siecle

Extravaganza

Except that all of the

blood the brains the

spleens in every scene

are real and.......

Cut!!