This Is the Brawl

This is the brawl in which my life began
For I did not live, did not become a man
Until I could speak in the chaos of the crowd
Ran with smoky eyes 
Beside the living love of a fellowman
While police dogs sniffed our heels
And bit the butt of our debates
Leaving only mangled arguments
About decisions being made for us.
Today in London I measure growth
In the fraction of our blood
That flowed more like rivers before
And always I remember the taste of salt
The natal blood on my tongue
God's own symbol of my redemption
Each time I am born
So this fire alone I come fearless
Of death, longing to be born again.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Pascarawlu Avatar
April 2, 2009 at 6:11 PM
this conjures up some very vivid imagery and is so well written, well done.
Ginn Avatar
April 2, 2009 at 5:42 PM
Wow what an intense write. Totally fierce and purposeful!
Williamson Avatar
April 2, 2009 at 3:05 PM
Powerful, beautifully written poem, L'nass. I especially like: And always I remember the taste of salt The natal blood on my tongue -gene.
Caliri Avatar
April 2, 2009 at 2:15 PM
I like the tension and strange sort of heatedness of the the tone (thematically and otherwise)...it reminds me of something similar to what I just recently wrote on this site...called "the fire," which was a response to finding out I apparently have a lot of fire in my astrological chart...of which I ordinarily would pay no heed to... Yet I digress: I like your stye! Keep it up, Matt
Christian Avatar
April 2, 2009 at 11:21 AM
so beautiful written, been born again is the most wonderful thing, this poem is just so wonderful and amazing, God bless you from diane
Goff Avatar
April 2, 2009 at 11:07 AM
Lnass, my friend, very intense, historical poetry, wonderful! love it, every line is memorable! Jim ....still reading it over and over!...this poem has got me in it's clutches!
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