Because this planet limps across the heavens
in New Babylonian clothing, I shout
from the crescent moon of my poor aging mind.
Oh merciful vagabond, Oh one million feathers
all falling down unnoticed from the metaphysical
dove’s wing —
I beseech you, answer my prayers in the soft undulations
given forth from a vessel overflowing
with feminine fluidity.
My head no longer is adorned with a catastrophe
of light bulbs or phallic symbols advertized
as spiritual manifestation.
Oh no, I speak to mankind with a blunt hammer
that only wounds with the essence of teardrops,
that only desires to erect a temple in a garden
that blooms outside this present day
graveyard that we dwell in.
For today I proclaim the presence of new born
seraphim, I wrestle the hideous black angel
to the ground, I annul the command of the dying
skeletons, those who try to rape the holy vagina
of truth and leave it undesirable on the outskirts
of the galaxy.
Oh you, broken god-eye that has forgotten how
to blink and remains forever closed . . .
I shall be an echo of your prophetic doom
and as you stumble across your destructive
and cancerous delirious debris
I announce the coming of a novel vision for mankind
and it is devoid of all forms of aggression.
A contest entry
- contest # 77, Dona Nobis Pacem by Elvenfairy.
450 points, ended September 3, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pre-Write Appreciation Day 2008 by Kimojuno.
1447 points, ended October 8, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This poem is full of imagery that wrestles the reader. Thank you for sharing.
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In the last days, Men will cry "Peace! Peace!" and there will be no peace...
the present day graveyard- reminds me how urban centers photo'd from the air make the large bds seem like headstones.
I think those of us living in cultures where violence is largely implied or symbolic coming in the newscast forget just how violent our past is. We don't even kill our own food animals. And very quickly, violence is very repugnant. I think that is a good thing. -
Wow - don't really know what to say to this. It's truly excellent! Dont' want to sound gushy but the imagery is literally breath taking as are the figurative devices. I loved 'I shall be an echo of your prophetic doom, as you stumble across your cancerous delirious debris'. Great write, thanks for sharing.
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