It’s Dark In Here – Underground

This is my follow-up piece to Rachael’s short story It’s Dark In Here https://theworldoutsidethewindow.wordpress.com/2013/11/12/its-dark-in-here/

Underground by John de Gruyther

It’s under the ground

“It’s alive, It’s alive”

Thunder claps

And lightning bolts

Dr. Sam and the beagles who smoke

In her mad-eyed enthusiasm

She chews on gum

Injecting needles into warm monkey flesh

Scrawny rats twitch and respond

But the cage created for herself

Is a permanent one

Sterile floors

Surgical gloves

None of it a replacement for love

Away from the doors and mirrors

What’s under the ground?

A menace lurking

A cruelty debt to be repaid

Do we reap what we sow

Said “one”, “two” and “three”

In the crunch of the car park an abandoned trolley

Holds the answer

It’s seen things it can’t tell

Cruelty like a malevolent cancer

Once in its hold, will never let go

It’s growing

In the playgrounds

In the boardroom

In the corridors

Cruelty

Everywhere, pervading humanity

Mean-faced reality

Unless mocking, laughter an enemy

In cruelty’s realm

Back in the lab

Rabbits are safe

From the torturers

Kept alive for zealots

Whose wisdom is a silk purse

Of sow’s descent

Squalid

Festering

Glittering with despicable pride

Dr. Sam is lonely

Pushing pain into eyes

Dr. Sam is innocent

Of everything

But lies

Deep underground

Dwelling

It knows

It remembers

It grows

Dark-hearted malignant

It grows

It’s dark in here

It grows

Eyes in the pavement

Cruelty needs payment

In the dark, it grows.

©John de Gruyther 2013

http://rachaelheap.wordpress.com/2013/11/11/its-dark-in-here/