communion

The Writers Studio – Level 2, Assignment #6 June 23, 2008

Preamble: 3rd person. Celebrating a dark repulsive scene, describing something ugly but showing beauty.

communion

They came from all over,
from hiding under rocks
to those out in the open.
Drawn to his body,
even while he still clutched to life.
Dark worms.

Some started at his hands,
burrowing through pristine flesh.
Others went straight to his heart,
entering through open veins.
Their bodies throbbing with his last few beats,
as they gulped down the freshest mouthfuls of blood.
Then eating through the vein into the meat,
the most tender of cuts,
soft and broken,
Hungry jaws chewing through the sorrow.

Spit and tears coated the newcomers,
those coming last to the table.
They had no choice
after first tasting of it.
Offering nothing for this feast
but their hunger.
Greedy bellies filled up
and he was completely consumed.

Furious sounds of feeding gave way to a quiet pause.
Tranquility only broken by a glow,
beginning from the innermost parts.
Dull bodies lit up, becoming burning jewels,
igniting throughout,
brightening and melding their forms into one.
Now breathing in sync,
after his breath long since stopped.
Beating together
Enjoined
Entwined

In a coherent flash
their own shells, now broken
sprouted forth boundlessly.
High powered silver antennae,
shining wings unfolding and burning bright.
At once they took flight
like a chorus.
Legion after legion,
twinkling upwards and
filling the heavens.
Their glory replacing that of the stars,
where he rises to meet them in the sky.