Pandora's Pithos

   Pandora's Pithos

Childlike curiosity unleashes an urn of curses prepared 

For a world inept, aptly kept unsuspecting, unaware,

Enslaved by shame and strain of immorality and sin

That raged to plague the mere minds of mortal men.

As unknowingly, innocent fair-maiden fingertips,

With twist of wrist, dared unloose the pithos lid

From whence an eerie echo of a fearful dread

Leapt streaming freed to four corners, 

hid, then fled.

Then spewed out of the mouth of lack's blackness,

Piercing all flesh with conviction's haplessness,

A vile horror, screaming its deafening dread,

Fiercely devouring as its minions mercilessly fed

On dead still cold, while night's predatory beasts,

Swarming, seeking their fleeing mindless feasts,

Prey upon egos from a dust, 

born to return again to dust,

Upon the agents of unrighteousness, 

and thus 

upon the just.

Like looming locusts descending upon a dark winter moor,

Gluttony screamed its insatiable appetite for unfulfilled more

Of thorns that pierce, and nettles that wrestle

 skin punctured and sore

With cries of criticism as famine woke to hunger of war,

To trumpet all that covet deep into their waste of wantonness,

Unwilling servants of a cruel and restless savage selfishness,

Pestilent craving only what can never be simply bought,  

Destined bravely to forever live as 

pity's "have nots".

Like hellish hornets, soldiers sting their hard-hearted hatred 

Across smoke-ash war-torn weary, ravished lands, raped,

Leaving cinders for the cockroach's shrewd and spindly hands 

That crawl their cruelty alongside comrades in cowardly bands.

Slaves of prejudice chained denied in shackles of fear,

Bow now while vile wagging tongues entreat to endear

To an invisible "they" 

from an unknown throne afar.

Whipped until lash wounds, unhealed, 

turn to timeless scars.

Like ferocious flies, born of maggots, in desperation descending,

Draped in the stench of a putrid dread fast ascending

From the spider-eyed demigods who pompously prey

Upon the ruins of a musty-moldy humanity's decay,

Where deceptive webs are woven to capture, and play

Each blind illiterate mind and mislead them away

To unrealities where wizards 

wave beggar rags to riches,

Where Death dragon fire 

breathes an ire's incendiary wishes.

Like hissing snakes, slinking armless into inescapable insanity, 

Wantonness writhes in wiles of a withering jealousy's vanity,

Lurking lust for envy, views through ignominious mirror glass,

Strangles reverence with hateful utterance of profanity unabashed.

Demons dance to debacle delusions and delight in demented perceptions,

Enamored by the pride of glory from their own contrived reflections.

Deeply depraved by loneliness, vultures of their own self-defiled carrion,

They rot in anathema, crying agony 

in a world 

that hears no one.

Until God's storms stream barren terrains, a swell and bellow-blustering,

Drowning mortal vengeance vain, and all mundane and merciless mustering, 

Until wild winds, rain, shower destruction's corroding erosion

From all foul evils born of mankind's scorned and torn explosion,

Until haphazard hurricanes flood rumble their cleansing truth torrents,

Upon the wailing washed woes of Sodom city's pitiful abhorrence.

Swept away gnashing, crashing loud by tsunamis 

drowning floating proud,

Swirling whirlwinds of lightening 

flash hope 

on Heavenly host-filled clouds.

~P.S. Colley~

c. March 1, 2025

Lamentations of Eve