IS THIS THE PARADISE WE WERE PROMISED
they shouted
like headless chickens with beards
in a slaughterhouse exposed
while demons came from every corner
with mirrors reflecting the sun
blinding them with night
and the Gods of Hate so pleased with them
for bringing the innocent
to the funeral feast
and never an end in sight.
Great images! Headless chickens with beards! Sun blinding with night! Fascinating. (Who is your supplier?)
Hi Ray,
headless chickens with beards!! And you call my offerings psychedelic!
Great little polemic.
Cheers,
Suki
Ray, this well composed poem has many interpretations. I have chosen mine. The words ´the funeral feast´are the culmination which so impact on me. Thank you for this. Well done. Keith
❤loved it.
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raypool
Sun 5th Nov 2017 14:20
Thanks everyone for your comments. I must have touched some nerves with those quoted lines - delving into the ridiculous I feel is a liberty that can stir the imagination. Meeting pet subjects head on I think is often not that powerful. I wanted to convey the post death confusion suffered by those at the mercy of extremists expecting something more glorious. Who knows what awaits - if anything? All you observations are appreciated. I am not on drugs by the way, but I like my ovaltine shaken not stirred.
Thank you Emer for your like on this!
Love to all . Ray