4 July 2012
They never liked him anyway. So when his smiles And endless positivity Shone, calmer, through his grief (The loss of child - The gouging of his Ample, selfless heart) Their hearts grew harder: Diamond cold, Compressed black coal Afire with bitterness.
(Calm her. Calm her.)
'How can he laugh and calm his wife Through this? It's wrong.' They spat. 'He's a headcase. A nut job.' And there the plan was born: His allergies to self-pity... And nuts. That would wipe off the smile!
(Calmer. He's calmer.)
So they made him Poker Night, Sneered in cynical waves, Talked kids and futures Just to make him hurt... Then came the cashews.
(He senses it coming. He's calmer. Calmer)
Grated in his curry They took him quick. Anaphylaxis sounds like A girl with almond eyes, She takes your breath You feel flesh swell - But not in a good way.
His body fought All the way... Chest heaves in slower gasps, Throat closes. They drift and watch His final moments, White, unmoving paleness Pitiless and pathetic.
(Faces, calmer. Calmer)
They get their wish. His angry heart rebels. They want his bitterness And here it comes! As numb maelstroms Pull away his life's caress A violent wrath is born: With metaphysical fingers He clutches at their souls And snagged thereon He takes them with him To the storm - The raging quiet The hateful emptiness Of Nevermore.
(That's karma. Karma.)
Nut Job • Opuss № I