Black Lion Massacre

My creator appeared to me in the form of a black lion

She checked my temperature to make sure I was ready

It was one oh six point seven

She preferred point eight, but couldn't wait

I rode her to the arena

There she licked my foot to rehydrate me

Left me pleading in the dirt

The ministers went silent

Drank milk powders

Spilled some on the infants,

to begin their rites

People slaughtered each other out of joy

People murdered their pets

Pissed on each other

Masturbated in their front yards

Vomited in public fountains

Gouged out the eyes of reptiles, and mutilated fish

Then prayed deeply, and watched as their bodies

transformed

Rejoiced to the process

There were rainbows everywhere

Everywhere