[there is a massacre]

there is a massacre secluded to the corner,
invalids thrown atop one another in a heap.
fifteen bodies lie charred
with limbs splayed, bodies burned,
and no one left to mourn them.

picked off one by one out of the blonde forest, hiding
tics tried to evade my tweezer, but to no avail.
I conquered, overcame!
I put them, live and crawling,
into the flame, 'til POP!