5th
September
2008
A Poem
posted in Literature |
Sowers, sowers, sowing seeds
Little black birds scattering
Rue and thistle
Cure and weed
Some strewn with ambition
Some mislaid carelessly
Cement scrapers tearing virgin skies
Bear spoiled fruit from sterile thighs
The lights, bright suns of wind spun strength
Ignite the night’s quiet suffering
Each desire, each created thing
Bows submissive at a throne
At inheritance’s intoxicating persuasive drone
The losers win and the winner dies
And make light in their respective prize
Royal royalty of life
Are masked in willful compromise
Of denial, “restraint,” pity, heartbreak, and neglect.
Life is the kingdom of the disposed and averse.
Philip Creamer, 2008
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