I who would be man
Do not sprout from naked rib
Nor unearthly tumour on the lightning lord's temple
That cracked in rage,
Spew organic creation.
I am not the perfection that rises
From the foam and froth
Of the phallic ocean
Polluted by heavenly violence,
The victim of scythe and motherly protection.
I am not the culmination of
The sweat from the giving sun usurping
It's boudoir -
The Nile's domain;
Nor do i make myself every creature of creation
In the name of romance and of freedom.
My fore-image is the sky and the earth,
The heavens and chasm below, the spine
Broken from the first-egg, yet the enemy;
For i am the Black Misery,
The raid of darkness
Is my monsterous trophy of skin and wept spirit,
A gargoyle in the light of a better turn.
I who would be man
Am of mud and of clay,
Shaped by careless hands of such remarkable craft
That my origin is a sturdy weight,
And as i become Atlas, i become Icarus,
Braving the gifts of folly.
The toil of things is not my heritage,
My history lies in the breath of orbits
I decide as my moulded hands mould hypothesii,
And my whole is that of dust
That no colourful tale can crumble,
And i who would thus lose myself,
To find I cannot as i marry and bare matricide.
Author notes
I don't know where it all comes from, this anger. We all used to be so defined in our roles and values, but now i don't what i'm meant to be, what does it mean to be a man? All our strengths and qualities have been turned into faults. This poem makes obvious what i blame.
A contest entry
- Show me your current emotion by Lady Michaella.
392 points, ended July 13, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Raw Emotion by x meerz.
500 points, ended July 28, 2008, 79 entries
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Yes. this is very good as I suspected from you. I enjoyed reading your profile as well. -
Thanks for entering! It showed emotion but I didn't see any anger at all.. when reading it! great poem.
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