Refining Destruction

Mingled copper and tin
Gives birth to bronze men
Who break and brecciate
Biotic stone manikins
Piles of pulverized stone
Mix like meat and bone
As grog mired in the clay
Atone for life to adjourn
In their liturgy they wait
Resilient to demarcate
From the worldly things
So sure in parity of fate
But patience grows livid
Refining fire burns vivid
Will they calcine their souls
For the one who did give it
Or give in to bronze men,
Mingled copper and tin
Hostage to paradisiac belief
Replete with delusional relief
Remain unfired grog mired clay

 





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-03-03 at 00:37

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Kathy Lockhart
magnificient wordsmith you are. powerful images! applause, applause. : ) kathy
2009-03-05


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2009-03-04


Bob
You sure has a way with words!
2009-03-03


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't understand half
the BIG words you've used
as I've never heard them before,
but some of the lines provoke
interesting imagery and I do like this.

~L.~
2009-03-03