A subpoena
I send to you Sabine
To the Court of Birds
that see no frowns of malice
nor recognise the curl of the lip
The defence that must fall
from your patched Tongue
skewered and faltering
will no doubt wilt
in the Misery of that injustice
where you glance and
Judgment be made
Cursed is your nature
Your drowsy lids poisoning
the Strangers that grace lowly beings
Your kohl sinks your eyes
into the putrid swamps
that belongs your soul
The oceanic conch rolls
removed of its Creature
in sandy depths
An empty vessel
hollow of mind
wanting of Master
gasping, grasping for silvery clay
the Agar.
devoid of Conscience, removed of mine
please don’t touch me, my body hurts everywhere
from flying bomb shells
please don’t shoot her, she lost her child
from a cross fire stray bullet
please don’t beat him, he lost his son under
ruthless torture
please don’t violate my sister, she has been
disgraced like an ancient Sabine woman
look at that infant snuggling into her mother’s breast
to suckle milk though she was already dead from starvation
look at that little boy searching for his father
under the collapsed building debris
look at that pack of stray dogs fighting viciously
among themselves for a piece of rotten flesh from a corpse
instead, please paralyze that peace-breakers ugly mindset
instead, please dethrone that evildoer wielding absolute power
instead, please wipe intruders out from the surface of the earth
Sabine a spoil, selfish siren of the sea
her song is sweet as honey
luring sailors to their deaths
then sneering as their ships
smashed upon the shore.
ALesiach © 9/30/2015
STILLBIRTH
Pregnant and overdressed
Lazily dozing o’er the riverbank pond
Autumn trees, fat with leaves caressed
By the frost , every frond
Ready to be borne out of sight
By the river’s waves aglow
Like Roman shields burnished bright
Facing their vanquished Sabine foe
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Note
Sabines were a people living near ancient Rome, and the Sabine women
were kidnapped en masse by Roman soldiers, to increase the population of Rome.
Come to see the Eagles Nest so I could feel
One more time that wondrous spiritual ordeal
Longing to see the Eagle pair soar so high
Against the paleness of the brightest sky
Ever upwards they go near out of sight
Join their claws and with all their might
Becoming one that moment in time
Their feathered bodies move souly entwined
They Plummet towards Earth and not very slow
A downward spiral there they will go
Speeding heads down like a flash of light
Spinning ever faster and diving while they unite
Just when you think they're going to crash
And on the ground leave all of their trash
They split back into two and lift away
To do it all over again on another day
Note: This is how wild Eagles mate. It is called the Death Dive. I have been fortunate to see
this once in my lifetime. An awesome sight to behold! I am on a vision quest to experience
this again and have been stalking an Eagle pairs nest at Yellow Dog on Sabine River close to
where I live on TX. Day before yesterday I took a trip there when this poem was inspired.
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Written by 2/2/2010
Ravaged by progress
the Mother’s bones lain bare;
scar tissue acting as back drop
for the architectural blight of man.
Ravaged like the Sabine women,
the Mother’s blood and tears corrupted
mined by the mindless,
careless, heartless, pillagers, born.
Sickened, the Mother fumes,
spewing lava, and ash to cleanse.
Raging the Mother’s oceans recoil
ferociously drowning, purging cities.
The Mother screams
whirlpool destroy ships at sea
whirlwinds erase the plaque of man.
One wonders,
at the audacity of the child
who ravages the Mother.
No pity for their souls will be found.
A chill wind bites coyly at exposed necks,
not yet draped in tourniquets of wool.
A wrapping of white, buries ribbons of asphalt.
The ways fills with metallic horsepower.
Goblets of slush like spittle fall, splat,
upon once virginal snowfields.
The rape of Winter had begun.
Rutting like rabid beasts in heat,
the roadways lay revealed before the power of the storm.
Cumulous clouds belch from grills of chrome.
As Winter like the Sabine Women, weapon in hand,
pummels the oncoming horde with icicles.
Power falls from an angry, cloud-filled, sky
weighty and white, Winter defends herself.
The surge of day brings forth an endless tide of travelers;
trampling her breast, ravaging, the once pristine vista;
shredding the thin veil of purity, only the Goddess brings;
laying waste, in mounds of mud like filth, The Mother.
She curls inward. Her indrawn breath freezes gears
grinding, screeching, shrieking the earth succumbs.
In snow like ash she lays vanquished.
The conquered land is eroding.
The driven snow is melting
Because the blue flame is burning,
Probing through the rampart,
Penetrating the fortress
And pillaging the village.
The mighty are falling
And the weaker being ravished
Trying to kick the pricks,
But unguided passions
With shortlived victories
Violently possess! Then dispose.
As the blue flame wanes,
So goes the tyranny...
Until morning.
Rancidness, rancor, degradation
And loneliness remain
After the land is trampled.
After the snow is defiled,
There's a want for nothing,
A need for everything:
Love, hate, forgiveness, revenge.
Then a cry for childhood
Extending for knowledge of this hope
Reaches without taking hold,
So the four remain
Until the four are gained;
And the land still erodes.
The snow still melts
Because the blue flame burns.
It yet probes.
Desire as fuel decants in my veins,
In search of some triggered ignition,
To spark a sequenced reaction,
Soul-driven fission,
Covert blend of ancient chemistry.
Forever the lost are lost, eclipsed
From the rigorous vision of hunters
In their loneliest hours,
Their darkest communion,
Lost to the rape of nagging hopelessness.
Desire as a Sabine whip, cracked my heart,
Traced cryptic welts upon the surface tissue,
To leave unread ciphers
In beating contours,
To which the eyes of searchers are blind by instinct.
The inscrutable monitors fail to see,
And those who radiate clearly are not found,
Hidden in plain sight,
And never by moonlight met,
Such impotence love’s greatest irony.
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