Ruinous fortune and ghosts blink
Voices whisper like gunshots soft
Spill blood, and from flagstones drink
Ignoring God’s muffled cough
Call upon vengeance, upon right
Bathe in imagined holiness
Tainted by eagerness to fight
Flushed triumph to bold to confess
Metal teeth sunk in delicate flesh
Legs crossed in a burning coffin
Harvest too great for the skulls to thresh
Breath in ash of the unknowing grin
I really like this, favourite line amongst many,
"Harvest too great for the skulls to thresh
Breath in ash of the unknowing grin."
I love the imagery of their imagined holiness ruined by bloodlust, but it also has great rhythm and scansion.
J. x
Oh yes, for sure, ha ha. I have some elements of modern war with imagery from crusaders and it's kind of a take on war in general, the death inflicted by those who believe in a cause. But you are right, some of the fun in poetry is trying to make something that makes just enough sense to create meaning while being lost in confusing imagery. All the same, thank you for the comment!
<Deleted User> (18980)
Fri 19th Jul 2019 13:28
Well I've read it a few times and whilst I like it I have no idea what it is about. Perhaps that's the appeal?
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Adam Rabinowitz
Tue 27th Aug 2019 15:28
Been reading your poems and bathing in this powerful imagery. God's muffled cough is great....