Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Sin


Black cloak, black soul
His faceless eyes shine from
Eyes of fire and hate
Made of every demon
And every nightmare of man
To my soul he speaks thus:

I am the evil of man
The bombs echo his words behind
I am the greed of man
The oil fires blaze behind him
I am the lust of man
The poppy seeds sprout behind from the ashes.

What is this foreign devil?
I ask so confused and innocent
What am I of man
That I be evil
And lay at the foot of your accusation?
To my soul he speaks thus:

I am the evil of man
The bombs echo his words behind
I am the greed of man
The oil fires blaze behind him
I am the lust of man
The poppy seeds sprout from the ashes.

Black robe, black heart
My faceless eyes burn
Cold with thoughtlessness
Made of everything I fear
And all I have to lose
I speak to my mirror thus:

I am the evil of man
The punches echo my words behind
I am the greed of man
The pains of my friend blaze behind
I am the lust of man
The needle hole bleeds from my arm.

I lay myself at the foot of your mercy…

1 comment:

  1. Nice poem- like the repetition of the second stanza and the change at the end. Could almost be a song? Also really like the inversion of the first verse- great use of patterning and different perspectives.

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