the wind whispers to you in furious ways,
ominous notes, like a dusty violin
stenciling finality into the air.
the percussion
of foot-soldiers trembles the grass.
you have grown, my war-child,
from the days of napalm tea parties
to a diva guerrilla,
terrible and well-rehearsed,
your bulleted libretto close to your chest--
and as trumpets sound in the offing,
the curtain draws back.
AK-47, pizzicato--
gasoline breeds fire, incinerates woodwinds,
the wine of the coloratura soprano
melts into blood.
witch, bitch, daughter of gunpowder,
bella contralto, your
deep and tremulous vibrato is a
grenade,
and as death crashes to a crescendo,
mortality in the tin frequency of cymbals--
the only armistice
is annihilation.
Author notes
"From evolution, we've been killing each other; I figure man should have it down to a science." --No Good (Attack the Radical) by Pantera
"This slaughter - an ethic I deny; an archaic way of thinking, so monstrous and absurd."- Voice of the Voiceless, Heaven Shall Burn
also with a nod to Jethro Tull.
A contest entry
- Song Quotes by thegoldenpath.
700 points, ended March 16, 2009, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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This is great, your wording choice is perfect! Each word is meant to be there, the metaphors are exactly on point, you definately deserved Gold! Great work!
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The intensity level is very hard and the metaphors are very sharp..the impact is very edgy..wonderful poetry indeed...well done..
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