Ancientism

“Ik innoveer mijn keuken met beukenhout. Want dat is gewoon beter.”
Barbara, 43 jaar, geïndoctrineerd door beukenhoutmaffiosi.

Plastered in the rotting walls,
I am rocking the cradle
Of our stillborn baby
The house is quiet
Alien screams are leaving,
The festered gape of my mouth,
Momma,
What will we eat tonight
It echoes right back at my head,
There is no answer,
And death is all around.

I was never a swordsman,
In the imperial army.

Oblivion,
As I’m accelerating,
Greenish around the eyes,
With blue foam at the mouth,
Into the zombie-like state,
Of middle age.