No God for Expiation by Sy Roth
Held in ungodly thrall
Their bodies wracked blasphmely dry
Loosley held together by the striped cloth.
Typhus-infested, David-starred beasts
Caricatures of humanity
Carved into beasts of burden
Only worthy of torture, or
Their punishment for existence
Work, arbeit, toil, till death,
Clock-seconds beating to an end,
When they strip their striped clothing from them.
Anxious to live,
The snakes slough the skin
And hide among them
Become lice-infected beings hungry for escape.
Concealed in the garb of the louse
They are revealed to the liberators.
The cockroaches exposed the beasts
Tore at them
Before they could find
Any God to expiate them.
©2020 Sy Roth
Sy Roth a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.