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.
Ray Miller
Wed 25th Apr 2012 15:04
Thanks all.
Neil. Yeah, I know what you mean about revealing too much. And it's interesting for the writer also to see what others make of it.
Isobel.It's not so much about differing religious beliefs, but belief itself, the notion of predestination and how history is written by the victors.
Steve. It was written about 2 years ago.I do revise my stuff, methodically and in alphabetical order. It is a bit dry, yeah, I was originally aping the style of the religious text, so it's as it is meant to be.I don't like "like when" the sheriff - that bit is ugly. I'm sure I had summat better at one time!Javelins impaling I quite like. Rough and tumble - it's more violent than that, though.
M.C. I thought the opening lines would place the poem in a religious, eternal context. I maybe need a more explicit title.