His shoes were red with blood.
The streets were clogged with gore.
He tramped through flesh and juices
And wished he was no more.
He wondered who was left.
He'd walked for lonely days.
City-wide, the only sounds
Were roaring homes ablaze.
Everywhere the carpet
Of crimson offal spread,
Of baggy human bodies,
All dead, all dead, all dead.
Some had burst asunder
Splashing cars and vans
Which stood now at a standstill
A bloody traffic jam.
Joints had failed on others
Skeletons with errors.
Folding up like jellyfish
Twitching rubber terrors.
Faces hung on lamp-posts
Eyeless, swinging masks.
Maws wide open, stretching
Like melting candle wax.
All his fault, this carnage
Plus the MoD.
Craving research into
Bio-weaponry.
The pathogen he'd worked on,
Hadn't worked at all.
But vodka gave him insight -
It needed ethanol.
Drunk and bio-suited,
He tripped and dropped it all.
Misanthropic mishap
Bred of alcohol.
The Rose
4 weeks ago
It's a very vivid and terrible scene you've painted there, but I had to laugh at the end. Never get drunk in a lab...
ReplyDeleteThank you! I liked the idea of an horrific scene caused by someone getting tipsy with too many mad scientist implements at their disposal.
ReplyDeleteGotta love those well-meaning scientists haven't you?
ReplyDeleteThis puts me in mind of Resident Evil ( A film and RPG game I just love)
And just as an afterthought.....
How do we know that the scientists aren't drunk when they are chasing the betterment of mankind?
Very horrorific and funny all at once. Mary Shelley meets Augusten Burroughs. Peace...
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