Thursday, March 1, 2012

Shaking Off the Iliad

...beating on the bronze gates
trying to deny their power, seeking
somewhere an inviolate garden,
a healing rain, soft to wash
away the long lines of hard-eyed
observation, those careless gods
rolling dice in their ambrosial

Yet undeniable, a blind poet seeing
our generations falling like leaves,
killing tsunamis, the rage of armies,
nations, cults locking us behind
the merciless gates.

1 comment:

  1. this makes me want to say...or scream...let me out of here...

    why have so many gone mad?


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