Omen

We'd like to do a poem, that was inspired by a still life in the subway That was a commercial for a movie called "The Green Slime" And we call this poem 'Omen' A giant eye zapped across the screen With tentacle-type, feeler-type, thin-roots Reaching for someone, maybe me With large, black, block, letters Chiseled into the white, around the pupils screaming: R. E. V. O. L. U. T. I. O. N. Revolution And as the eye, giant and green Sort of oozed with no obvious locomotion Closer and closer Until it was like this on my screen It split and blood flowed down each side of the street Washing away things that we didn't need to see Just like beer cans, peanut shells and copies of the daily news And then, laying there, bleeding like a stuck pig Was a stuck pig Get the point?