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Poem Details
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| Title: | Heretic Breath |
| Author: | Jim |
| Date Submitted: | 4/22/2010 |
| Email: | jimellner@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
The startled quiet, broken with sound And the wounded soul Masked bandit with a snare Like a fishing hook in my soul Fires leap from the bowels of hell And I sweat for another night''s sleep Boxed and ready to ship To the incarceration of the charnel house I battle on the mind ship Rapped in the alphabets of all great religions It was the same god, dressed in a million faces Facsimile for each human caricature Knew no one law that couldn''t change celestial courts On any given day the shots were fired Blood ankle deep, sky boiled under desert sun Even in December Only took memory and the winds of time Not a color of skin are holy language Just an empty world without hope Built on the framework of guilt and greed Enough to set off a hydrogen bomb And all you wanted was a relic of yesterday ... |