New poems.

Even Flight

 

Twilight the even’ flight,

Soars,

Dives,

Flows,

Above us as we are enthralled by winding sirens,

 

Our journey gridlocked over water’s edge,

While the even’ flight,

Soars,

Dives,

Flows,

Around us beckoning ‘freedom’ we slump behind the wheel.

 

Ground down into paste by the detritus of a journey halted;

Laughing at our misery the even’ flight,

Soars,

Dives,

Flows,

Below us reflected in the water crystallized.

 

Water is a doorway in Irish mythology the knowledge turns bitter tears.

Locked between worlds the even’ flight,

Soars,

Dives,

Flows,

Above us as we slowly painfully creep forward.

 

Chained to progress I dream of freedom swooping on invisible wings joining the even’ flight;

Soars,

Dives,

Flows,

Above, around and below the tyrants.

Free to choose, to cross the threshold.

 

Now for part one of Triptych

I

The world began with the first death

nature is uncaring about such things

Fills the world with greens, russets and gold.

 

The first kill when it came was the work of a careless selfish shove one human bratling pushing another amongst the nettles trapped within his boring world. There are worlds beyond the green and grey. The searing agony sent nerve endings into overdrive the mind, body and soul locked down as infant is washed away on a tsunami of bile.

                Washed ashore on a beach of sunbaked glass shards pierced young flesh lacerations left a trail as the stranger lurched inland, lost, alone beneath the baleful gaze of an uncaring sun. Far away a father punches an overzealous soldier who tries to search the dying child for explosives. Hours turned into days in a land with no direction, no shelter a stranger in a strange land the silent observers perched on sand sculpted pillars observe his final move as he approaches.

                Sun blistered heads turn as he staggered into their midst vultures with human faces they observe and taunt. Shelter lurks just beyond them a cave from which foetid air belches several degrees cooler than outside. A jackal headed youth approaches blocks the way feebly at first he resists then driven by rage he wrings its neck, tears loose the jaws of entropy and chases the vultures away. They take to the air where they explode in a shower of gore spraying the land with corrosive slime.

 

The cave provides shelter

Cupped like parched hands grasped

For water they hold him till the darkness comes.

 

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