Black
silhouettes of cavemen
crush skulls with rocks
Dark contortions bent
against the burnt orange
background of dawn
Up
ahead behemoths
Sludge nearer across
The sedimentious plane
The men stir, anxious
Half crazed. Naked
Primal
drums erupt
Cacophonous, bewailing
a bedlam in the primordial
landscape. Bodies sinuous
flagellating demonically.
Eyeballs furling then bobbling
Back to view.
Their
fingernails carve into flesh
Frenzied as the hideous beasts
Move in to feast on them.
Have
pity on these
Men. Cowards they are.
On the eve of their death
They have no understanding
Of the despair that sustains them.