The ring wood tree
Bent back
Arched, feeling elder ailments
Screams out in pain
And watches with a million eyes
As all the sunlight fades
One branch
Extends
A single leaf the only life revealed
Making motions to the heavens
Ignored in all its action
‘Violence’ is being unseen
Forgotten
Whipped back by the wind and beaten
A voice, once mighty timbre
Now reduced, soaked sogging lumber
Extinguished life is stripped and quartered
Each morning’s empty promise
Lifted beyond the horizon
As smoky memory
Where really none remains
On an agonizing afternoon
He slipped past the last guard,
Left sentry,
Moving through a thick crowd of
Unwashed and silent
Worshipers.
His arms were tied,
Thin leather straps and buckles,
His face dirty and shaded
Hair matted with dust
Fingers gripped tight
Both hands clenched,
One fist.
Insignificant supplicant
Standing short among giants
Hungry masses of people
Like boulders unmoving
Feelings siphoned by shame
The thought of talking
Disgusting.
Following his movements,
Laboured by bondage,
A tall handsome hero,
The mask of the Master,
His arms strong and deliberate
Seeking to restrain his young prisoner
A smile on his lips
Like wine that is poison.
The cloak she wears at night
Draped to conceal the sights
Of dusty streets, blue by the moon
Her eyes half hooded in her flight
The song she sings below the wind
A dirge, a moan, the saddest words
Uttered in tones that climb in half’s
The saddest sound, that never ends
She comes to rest at the gallows rise
She’ll stand alone till the sun’s half bright
A lonely figure unmoved by crowds
To watch her son descend from flight
KMC Community Forums
Jun 26th, 2006 08:43 PM
yay that poem is really good, i love it, i can't wait to read some more!
