Bodies curl inwards as their souls search for a leave
The cave around them trembles in his rage
His roar rips through the stagnant air
his foul earthen cage
Warm and dizzy, Cyclops stumbles nauseous in his filth
Feet unseen sunk deep within the gore
Through which he trudges, swirling blood is crawling up his legs
No One’s men strung out along the floor
His soaking cave, curdled milk and cream congeal beneath, concealing
Marrow torn from flesh and bone and jaws removed from teeth
Sprawling pastures, beds of flowers tended by the bees
Now at last, turn day’s bright hours into sights unseen
As nighttime gnaws his socket raw, his tender bleeding eye
He steeps in streaming tears and in his restlessness he writhes
Green and grey mix, night and day twist
One eternal black
Beauty crisp through morning’s mist
Forever Cyclops lacks
Writer | Michael Anwti-Ayim ’29 | mantwiayim29@amherst.edu
Editor | Venumi Gamage ’26 | vthotagodagamage26@amherst.edu