Feel its fury
hear it roar
Avenging Angel
vengeance born
Apostatic
idols vain
Bear the sentence
its will proclaims
Chants of guilt
awaken sinners
From their dark
infected dreams
O’er the mountains
to the ocean
Heaven’s rage
—its verdict screams
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Categories:
apostatic, god,
Form: Rhyme
They all come, and turn,
The apostatic hundreds from the wilderness,
Hungry as the lamprey, open-mouthed,
Impatient as an itch,
And virtuous as the grave.
Those that wait remain unsatisfied,
Barren children of a barren race,
Yet hopeful ever.
Severed from their mother womb
And ushered into manliness,
The fortunates groan and hate the light
And curse the hand that feeds them.
Out of the night they come, the suburbs' nuns,
Come to the cloisters and the cellars
And in the candlelight take off the veil,
Throw inhibitions to the wind
And chastity to fools,
As far behind, an echo of the past,
A childhood godhead is dismayed.
Categories:
apostatic, change, children, student,
Form: Free verse