'tis in the evening

'tis in the evening
scales regain their thunder
beneath sullen relief
of a slaughtered man
hanging on bellowing bars
strung on forever
never ceasing to crack
grief when there is air
or hail dulled dawns

celebrate solemn encounter
with the viscosity of existence
see through the tokens of loyalty
that flourish in the wake
where relinquish hastens
and all that remains
is beyond value
and totally in vain




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-07-11 at 03:17

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What to say? Such a powerful poem! The last stanza tells us all. I do enjoy your poetry.
2014-07-11