Project Pitchfork Carrion
deep deep down . the silence covers your ears no light will ever reach its depths . it watches high above . cold winds pass the black dunes a feather jerks in the storm . till it looses the fight whirls around . and drowns in black masses life stops in slowmotion . a suffering still-life caught in this potion . yet it struggles raped by men . still it watches squirming and gleaming bubbles bursting . breathing out their stench every noise is suffocated . slowly very slowly creamy molasses sinking . deepening the silence stopping life in slowmotion . movement ceases . never to come back still it watches . powerless to clench onto life its breathing ceases completely . and the feather slowly drifting by