The needle's point split
another beetle shell
neatly along the crease,
and nimble young fingers
pressed the body down
along the silver shaft
as his greedy eyes
memorized each detail
of life's final moments.
He pressed the tortured
treasure into the anthill's
dirt, tan and soft as talcum,
where the tiny black legs
could twist in the wind
like grisly victor flags
hanging over the quiet
battlefield where hundreds
of blacked ant bodies
littered the mound that
was once their home, but
the boy's urges remained
unquenched. He imagined
bloody human corpses,
limbs draped across the soil
or shifting in the breeze,
spines severed on stakes,
and he longed to be grown,
strong enough to fulfill his fantasies.
It may seem obvious by now that I recently rewatched the Resident Evil series. The third installment, Resident Evil: Extinction (2007), is one of my favorites. It returned to what the original movie was: scifi horror. The second film was just a typical zombie invasion movie in which Alice (played by Milla Jovovich) tries to escape the city. There were some scifi elements, but it was just not similar in style or tone to the first movie.
As I said, Resident Evil 3 was much more akin to the first film, including a new "hive", a new creepy child-computer similar to the original Red Queen, and a plot based very much in the realm science fiction. The series quickly returns to goofy zombie-movie thrills with the next movie in the series, but Extinction was nice while it lasted.
This poem is based on a very brief image from the movie. Alice enters the new hive to hunt down the scientist who turned her into a freak and finds that the man has gone crazy after turning himself into a zombie-mutant style monster. Before locating him, she locates his assistants whose corpses are suspended on rods like a grisly carousel. It was a great image, and I couldn't help but take a few screenshots.
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