Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

there's a desperate side to harmony
a life and death balance
the dark music of the arena
as one falls another is victorious
good and evil?
childish concepts, mere prattle
all life consumes and avoids being so
the snare is set by hands poised
only to fall in turn
to that wicked syncopation
those interlocking angles, interfaced
like scissors
the pendulum swings in in its dead-fall arc
double axed, razor sharp
teeth grinding
shearing the flesh, gnashing the bone
tasty as the marrow replenishes, both
the hunter and the hunted, consume
with the gentility of bacteria,
parasitical, breaking it down
the by-products of hell
creating the angels of heaven