As It Is
Each morning of existence
two armies stand assembled
for an outcome that’s decided
before the horns are blown.
A battle fought on sacred ground
favours those with virtue,
like when the sheriff has the sunlight
behind him in a showdown.
The names of these warriors
are as lengthy as a sentence;
unfamiliar constructions
await the axe and tumble.
I wonder if their quarrel
could be settled round a table
or must lessons be as pointed
as javelins impaling?
Does nothing shock or shatter
your transcendental shell?
The gods wag their fingers
yet the sky stands still.
Phillip Kelly
Wed 9th May 2012 20:56
i loved this poem, excellent usage of enjambement, especially in stanza one which creates a nice flow to the poem. i love the metaphors and simlies and contrasts that compare modern day battles of life, to historical and fictional batteles.........
A battle fought on sacred ground
favours those with virtue,
like when the sheriff has the sunlight
behind him in a showdown
this stanza i found especially effective.....the idea of sheriff having sun on his back reminded me of the movie.....THE OUTLAW JOSEY WALES........and the idea that warriors had sun on their back to gain an edge and advantage in battle........and in this poem....i got the sense the battle is life itself and lifes problems.......but the writer is battling wiv themselves, their own conscience and faults........or the collective faults of the entire human race..........i got this sense from the final stanza which switches to 2nd person diret address and interrogatives, after the opening 3rd person perspective and first person thoughts of writer