The slain arise from the
dust
Hands
awash in history's blood
Uncleansed
from sorrow
In
time's forgotten graves
Hear
the call bringing darkness
The
horrors of betrayal
The
past shall revisit us
No
escape
©
2004, Alexis Child
Devil
in the Clock
From cradle to tomb
Through life's dirt we whore
Estranged to a higher purpose
Servants of Lucifer
Our puny souls he rocks
To sleep at night
His devils cannot
Resist the ride
Eternity in hell's
Prison house
No time lost to
The Devil in the clock
© 2004, Alexis Child
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You stalk stealthily through darkened
corridors of desolate minds,
You reek of the excrement of time
immortal,
Your lust for hatred and decay,
Fueled the killing machine,
Your flag was stained by blood of the
brave throughout the scourge of history,
You fucked the green monkey,
Plague is your perfume,
You are the bottle of alcoholics,
The final high of a new age,
You are the shooting gallery of all cities,
Waiting to explode.
The holes of the earth, the holocaust,
The dark cloud, the black cloak,
The tombstones, the mortuaries,
We are nails in the coffin lid,
You are the hammer waiting to fall,
There are no in-betweens:
You are the true superpower,
© 2002, Alexis Child
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Ghost
Dance
Sonic
jet age booming forward
But to where? What towards?
Voices invade my
sanctuary
A conspirator's wicked laugh
imbues the noise of industry
Exploitation of needs
The bloodred sun assaults my eyes
Apocryphal sights
I can see
from my room as curtains rise
Upon the foolish spectre
This misery
Moneymakers prize
The stone angel forsakes his tool
becoming the bloodletter
A cold convenience
Captivity rules
Dogs bark, engines drone
Architects rape the land
People move faster
Robot bodies, servile minds
determine their existence by machine
A mission is mistaken
Purposes are bastardized
Hark! The fall of humanity
Will my strength return
in this slow suicide?
In this combat with
death
what is my prize?
Ghosts dance in detonation zone
cheek
to cheek with paper dolls
Ancient native spirits moan
Life is locked
inside a wall of sound
The maker laments the torpor
thick and trapping
tall
Wanderers of the wasteland seek
soul asylum
But where
is home?
© Copyright Alexis Child,
Toronto, 1998
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World's
End
I
wait for the day to end
Only it sticks like a thick residue to my skin
But when finally peeled off it will be night
My eyes will open and
a flight of birds
Will begin their slow ascent
The hairs on my neck
will stiffen
On wings of black we will ride undaunted
Through the
grey sleet of mourning
In a dream I saw that humanity is about to die:
We will all arrive the colour of jet
Today's children carrying the
generations
Wasted and dried to an enigmatic dust
Tar covers lost
and forgotten faces
In a procession of libations
To the ebbing of a
fading lifeforce
Why do we wait so long before saying goodbye?
Fate's eternal time-bomb ticking
As we cling to a mystical faded memory
I have never belonged to the light of this day
It only a methodical
wandering through surface dust
Anxiety exploding in the cellar of my heart
There are no spaces still untouched
No undiscovered sanctuary in some
small place
Yet on tonight's dark wings I will find my peace
But
until then, come lie with me
In this familiar dark place and we will wait
together
Until this last day has undone itself
© Copyright
Alexis Child,
Toronto, 1997
Leaving home she will visit
Her husband or the grave
Marry or be buried
The clan's honour is at stake
A woman disgraced
Killed at the prison gates
Her rotten body cut off
Blood washing away shame
Hands raised in prayer
Inside the Mosque
Murder is murder
In the eyes of God
© 2003, Alexis Child
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The sky of survival
Shaped of shadows
A perplexing vision
Strangely considerate
Pulls the trigger
On the skull of dreams
The troops are coming
Leaving behind cemeteries
Thousands are killed in a day
For taking what isn't theirs
Only death surrenders to peace
Waking up the day from dreaming
copyright 2004, Alexis Child
Alexis Child hails
from Toronto, Canada; horror in its purest form. She
works at a Call
Crisis Centre befriending demons of the mind that roam
freely amongst her
writings.
She lives with a
Shaman and Calico-cat child sleuthing all that goes bump in the night.
Her fiction has
been featured in The House of Pain, Lost Souls, Screams of Terror, and Top International
Horror 2004 published by Rainfall Books/BJM Press. Horror fiction is forthcoming
in Scream-4-Me Fanzine. Her poetry will appear/has appeared online and in print
in such publications as Blood Cookies, Decompositions, The Dream People,
Gothic Fairy Tales, The Harrow, Horror Carousel, Lunatic Chameleon, Midnight
Lullabies Anthology, Ragged Edge Publishing, Realm of Darkness, Simulacrum,
Skin and Bones, Tales of the Talisman, Unspoken Dreams, Whispers of Wickedness,
and elsewhere.
Visit her website
at: http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild/
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