Midday drizzle
Exploded to torrential ripples
The air was brimming trouble
When instead of ripples
Down poured cinder people
Faceless with eyes like flaring spirals
Eyes that cascade you down to a timeless capsule
It rained and rained of cinder people.
Pelting down in thousands
As townsfolk run rampant.
Amidst the towering unknown,
Clutching cell phones, crawling on flagstones.
Hysterical, scramble, gabble, immobile.
‘What in the name of the devil??’
‘What the fuck are them people??’
Some jostled to safer sides
Some cowered and cried.
Clamped hands held bats and rakes,
Cleavers, racquets and hatchets.
Mortals aggregate.
Awaiting a move, a reaction.
To slice them aliens into ribbons.
Each festered a fear subliminal.
But in vain, the cinders only
Stared and stared……
Unflinching forward or backward.
With stares so nebulous,
Thrusting into bodies so conscious.
Digging to find the meaning of sentience.
That was the noon when fear was tangible.
Fear to the unfelt is a feeling that is cardinal.
The sun’s faint glimmer,
Was the end of the unfamiliar
Their bodies brought down to simmer.
Mortal stares of stupor met with
Thousands of hollow stares as they trickled
down the drain into Black Black puddles.
