To See the Truth then Kiss Goodbye

 To See the Truth then Kiss Goodbye

 

She's trussed you to steel railway tracks,

pinned both weak arms behind your back,

you’re vulnerable to all attack;

whilst she's cackling like a maniac

 

you see the truth, but kissed goodbye,

your heaving breasts, your desperate cry,

in vain you struggle, flesh shreds on chain,

twist your horror of onrushing train,

 

indifferently do they peek through lens,

coy pose for pictures snapped by friends,

puff out pursed lips and puckered eyes,

your Midwich Cuckoos wave goodbye,

 

but what of Angel, will he hear,

those hopeless cries and sobs of fear

entranced of spikes and plunging roof,

to kiss goodbye and see the truth,

 

she's tossed you in a pit of snakes,

their venom fangs won’t hesitate;

erect cobras will soon soft flesh taste,

she licks her lips at death’s embrace,

 

you see the truth but called it sin,

your crawling flesh, your flinching limbs,

in terror grind your teeth and sob,

as swelling veins with poison throb

 

they hope of fame and fickle bliss,

in pixelated life persist,

stuck by mirrors, framed in screens,

your Midwich Cuckoos master dreams,

 

and where of Angel, does he flit,

reach hands to save you from the pit,

enthralled of pendulum that drops,

to kiss goodbye and split on rocks,

 

she's strung you up with chafing rope,

staked out your body to watch you choke,

nailed bloody hands to burning stake,

delights in piteous shrieks you make,

 

you see the truth, but will endure,

in supplication beg a cure,

grim horror witness shock and awe,

black shadows of the closing door,

 

such sighing as they suspirate,

self-beauty do they contemplate,

for life's a pouting fitful flirt:

Midwich Cuckoos pick slacks or skirts,

 

can Angel mount a rescue brave,

or stand with you beside our grave,

and both will ever mourn the sky,

we saw the truth, then kissed goodbye.