SHOCKs resident poet Nigel Parkin pens SHOCKing sonnets and horrifying haikus.
A journey into the mind of one of horror cinema’s most sinister characters, as portrayed by one of our greatest Shakespearean actors…
I -Conception
Ash knows they can’t take this thing off Kane’s face.
He knows it must be there for a reason.
Is it taking something? Feeding off him?
Or perhaps pumping something into him?
He makes an incision, not to begin
The process of removal but to test
The fluid that boils and bubbles within.
When it’s released the steaming, hissing fizz
Is music to his ears, as are the cries
Of crew mates desperate to protect the hold.
Confusion! Panic! Oh yes! He begins
To conceive a thought of the terror this
Thing will inspire. Together this creature,
Ash and Kane are conceiving…the future.
II – Birth
It’s time. Ash, expectant, watches Kane feed.
He’s a specimen now, a sacrifice.
Ash knows this. He studies him from across
The table, in all ways his opposite.
The one laughing with a fresh sense of life,
The other still, precise, mechanical,
Waiting and watching with less than human
Fascination as so much is eaten.
He knows this is more than human hunger.
And when the choking begins he observes
With ruthless detachment before rising
To assist…with the birth. And when the thing
Bursts forth, pure, sleek, precise, beautiful, his
Paternal eyes widen with awe, with love.
