Evil Stalks
DIMENSION
Evil Stalks
August 2025
Written as a poem, I’ve included this poem as a dimension because some said I should not.
Evil and Good exist side by side, and evil maintains the upper hand, such is the potential vileness of human nature. We do not need to look at history. We need only look at 2021 … men, women, and children are capable of depravity, of the most unspeakable acts of evil that are unknown within the animal kingdom. That was the view in 2021.
The view in 2025?
Humankind affirms that it is no match for Nature, no match for the Universe, no match for whatever caused this Universe to come into existence. Last published in November 2022, it was written in the third person.
In 2025, I write it in the first person ~ that person being however you perceive the concept of Evil. It is not written from a scriptural or religous angle.
EVIL STALKS
One
I lurk in underground spaces,
Darkened squares and
Blackened woodlands.
By day,
parklands.
By night,
the dirt, grime, squalor and horror
of knotted roots,
Labyrinthine caves within stark trunks,
The leaves its lace.
By day, the fresh winds.
Fetid breath by night.
I stalk by day.
I goose-step arrogantly in the darkness
of this evil hour.
A myriad torches ~ Nürnberger-Mode
Long vulture flames leaping,
Clutching at stars,
That lightning reminder
of the Host,
That ominous dismembered hand
that writing on the wall…
Consignment ~ oblivion
But Extinction ~ not!
I stalk the land in many guises.
The righteousness of a kind
is not a garment unfamiliar.
Pretending to lurk in only subterranean places,
I bask naked and deliberate
in the light of humankind.
In the tiniest crack
I make my home.
That unseen tiniest crack
becomes gargantuan,
as I multiply myself
million to billion.
My hovel becomes your house,
My house your manor,
My manor your mansion,
My mansion your palace,
My palace ~ EVERYTHING!
Yet to naked eye
only the tiniest crack is evident;
or even worse,
not evident at all!
The master of disguise,
I don the cloak of respectability
to hide my odious demeanour.
I sees no borders,
I brook no quarter.
Exposed to light,
I do not flee as the good insist!
I bask in that light,
My cloak of respectability
Laundered afresh
Speaking my language,
My dialect high and with perfection,
Staring my challenger boldly in the eye.
Evil Stalks
Two
What you hear is a travesty of justice!
We demand an apology!!
There are no such places!
Rape we would not permit!!
These are lies, all lies
from putrid, fetid minds!!!
He, she, they goose-striding
the parade-square today
will goose-stride
streets,
promenades and
public squares
tomorrow.
He, she, they who votes themself
as undisputed, uncontested leader
for life,
Evil personified, most surely.
The mirror shows not
a crumpling man,
a vain-glorious woman,
a tribal horde in shiny leather;
but of their ‘deity’ convinced,
they each rise above . . .
Poison is their calling card.
Auditoriums stacked with
compulsory happy smiling
regimented faces,
clapping to order …
god forbid
any man, woman, child even
who dares
to clap out-of-synch
with brainwashed brethren …
SICK!!!
VOMIT!!!!
My eyes look beyond borders
to shorelines of peaceful peoples,
the subjugation of island peoples,
of former colonial peoples
my warped and fetid speciality.
War, my constant threat,
upon my smelly dirty
liver-rotten breath is Mrs Ping
who seems to have had
something of a bad make-up day
with this morning’s vanity mirror.
But god forbid
that any should tell Mrs Ping …
How does it go?
better the devil you know …
… my mouth farts my ‘negotiated’ treaties,
My brain feeding on megalomania,
Mrs Ping’s side-kick ~ Pooty Booty
Pooty Booty is having a bad hair day too.
Why don’t I FEEL like 007?!?!
I’ve got his naked torso …
Evil agrees with this …
when secretly Evil means that
or agreeing that …
Evil brazenly does this
I, Evil, visit in many forms.
My greatest triumph :
fairy-tale!
devil, beelzebub, satan, sataan,
Humankind bought it
hook, line and sinker!
Why?
Because humankind IS
naturally evil!
3 August 2025
All Rights Reserved
Liverpool
© 2025 Kenneth Thomas Webb
First Written 28 September 2016
Published again in the third person 24 November 2022 and now replaced by the First Person
Evil ~ Digital Artwork by KTW
Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.
He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.
Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.
In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.
