Communal &Quot;Harmony&Quot; Poem by Alexandre Xavier, Ph.D

the time is nigh
the drop starts
to develop the ocean
fountains of blue blood
begin to gush forth
as the pressures of destiny
close in on itself
pounded bones and crushed flesh
are strewn to welcome
that which is never welcomed
lick all that is fresh today
for tomorrow only the seething oozing
puss of silly remorse shall remain
even the marrow will not be spared
but day after the morrow
the time is no more nigh
for then even time is no more
when "harmony" is left in a bloody grave