Feb 20, 2011 23:41
A poem, this time. Title is taken from a verse found in the Book of Ezekiel. I just opened the Bible and picked the first thing I saw, fuse it with the theme of time-travel, then poof, here it is.
Slain by the Sword, Says the Lord God
Think not of dreams of spent time
inkstain a stamp on skin, a tattoo;
Dwindling till naught a drift linger
Look beyond oceans and mountains
The desert just a second’s walk,
sandals worn with sweat and blood.
Hark! comes the tears of rage,
the angel no longer welcoming,
like Saraquel and the ruined seraphs
ploughing pure virgin innocence;
time now an alchemy of life and decease-
I see what you see no more.
The wish that no longer holds;
A prayer never spoken in words
that dwells deep in moral decay
in the future and beyond that I see:
“Raise thy sword as I beseech you,”
‘tis the Lord God says as I say.
!project: mirage,
#poems: original