THE WATCHERS


I've seen your carnivorous eyes
there in that safe
theatre of fantasy;
Spellbound in your fascination
for scandalous indulgences;
Mesmerized by lust that is
larger than life.
Your lips are moist with the
blood of human flesh.
You've licked up every last morsel
of forbidden delicacies.
You've sucked out the marrow
of delicious sin.
Stripped shamelessly naked
before the big screen,
you abandon your social convictions.
But when the reel ends
and the lights are turned up,
you draw the curtain
on your soul;
and join the stream of
yellow faced, square heads
out of the cinema
back into the fold.
You will always be
the watchers;
the sad spectators of
your greatest fear
and your greatest desire.

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