~slippery Is The Slope~ Poem by E Nigma

Snakes in the city slither through
The pipelines of communication
Venomous whispers trickle across
The ear drums that remain unbeaten
But now sounds the war drum
Pounding aloud an conjuring forth the emotion
To stifle the sounds, mere cries from the hounds
Drooling over the feasts where death reeks
Corpses pile high and burn under the moon
The smoke rises dancing across the skylight
Reminding all that tonight
Charmers play their tune