O tell me of your boyhood rituals
Did you smash the killer for his sins?
Did the wilderness grow death?
You speak proudly of idol warriors
Are you proud?
O tell me of your boyhood rituals
and summon me for I dare ask
Did the searing sun scorn your skin?
For I have never seen a leach burn
Did you burn with your death?
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Great work again, the rolling questions really pierce the wilderness of the mind.The imagery as ever is spot on.
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You know that I love your poetry, but this isn't just the icing atop the cake. This is the whole damn thing! The allusion here is comprehensive, and the alliteration used in Line 8 really conveys the snake-ish quality of the tone. Personally, Line 3 is my favorite because the question posed by the speaker isn't as easily cut and dry as it initially seems. This is a wonderful poem, but it is mastery in personal art.
Keep 'em coming, please.
Brit
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You are turning into a true novelist...this is fantastic in its simplicity and depth.
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