Watching the Parade
A shot of adrenalin, 3 a.m.
I stew for hours in the dark,
brain squeezing wrath into a rock.
Humanity’s feet swing helplessly
in the gallows of my chest.
I’m overcome by spectacle,
a unified world split in two
with a bloody axe of lies.
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Amen! Well said with very few words and much emotion.
What an image – the “bloody axe of lies.”
“Humanity’s feet swing helplessly
in the gallows of my chest. ”
This speaks perfectly to how so many of us feel at this moment in time. Powerful write.
yes, agreed: “Humanity’s feet swing helplessly”
Oh my goodness! You’ve got a wonderful work here.
-squeezing wrath into a rock (Whoa! There’s an image!)
-Humanity’s feet swing helplessly
in the gallows of my chest. This leaves me blinking and quite thankful for my pacemaker! LoL I know that feeling.
-Bloody axe of lies — definitely a weapon that does serious damage.
A thought as I ponder your ending: does the axe only make two parts, or does it do more damage than that? (This poem launches me way beyond mere “dualism.”
<3 )
His conscious lies are an act of war that knows no end.
I feel this too: “brain squeezing wrath into a rock.” So well articulated.
Yes! to:
brain squeezing wrath into a rock.
Ouch! and Yikes! Fearsome and stunning!
Yes. Politics weigh so heavy on us all these days. I’ve never felt so discouraged, so the protests gave me some much needed hope.
Thank you all for your kind comments! Don’t be overcome by the spectacle!