Terra Cognita Part 7

7.
The patient indifference of scavengers
stripping a fetid carcass on the veldt.
The torches in the night that have come with the rope.
The stone steps leading up between the squat legs
to the swollen belly. The marble face, the flint lips,
the teeth of steel honed to perfection with a file,
in the place where they sacrifice to an iron sun.

Deaths derived not from fear or thirst, gain or glory,
but for an entertainment, merely for the fun.
The flayed skins that frame the abattoir.
The spotlights swirling to announce
the unveiling of the icons, the symbols,
the arms raised in salute...the sign over the entrance:
            The Triumph of the Will.