The Seventh Plague Poem by Eric Cockrell

and there came a time
when darkness covered the land,
and sucked at the souls
of the living.

and the darkness had faces
insulated in plastic tombs,
waving flags and rhetoric,
thriving on despair.

and the lips of the dying
were parched with thirst;
bodies thrown in the great fires,
melted into vapor.

and the promise of apathy
came to be with violence.
the carcass of the eagle lay rotting,
feathers lost to the infidel wind...