By your slanderous tilt I am wounded
more grievously than any brilliant spear
which, ordained from the heaven's clarion oath,
might strike me down as Hippocrates, Persephone, Proteus falling to the sea
.
Your silent language is an insidious succor,
courting mischief with malice
and while I am starved by the wonder
of all these hideous silences
your monstrous mechanizations grind my heart to sand
and, so undone, I am fearful for it to beat again
.
With all this maligned devotion you strike at me
as it were I who cleft the devil's hoove
and yet, for all this loathing, it's breadth, depth, scope, and meter
I can only strike with compassion in turn
for fear is fickle in all it's jade devices
and ruled over by the perseverance of patience
and the insurmountable temperance of words
Your silent language is an insidious succor,
courting mischief with malice
and while I am starved by the wonder
of all these hideous silences
your monstrous mechanizations grind my heart to sand
and, so undone, I am fearful for it to beat again
Very taut crisp writing. Well done. A bitter truth couched in wickedly sharp prose.
Candida
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Reviewed on September 26, 2003
The first line gets my attention.
And my eyes are held to the last word. Some great words btw.
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courting mischief with malice
and while I am starved by the wonder
of all these hideous silences
your monstrous mechanizations grind my heart to sand
and, so undone, I am fearful for it to beat again
Very taut crisp writing. Well done. A bitter truth couched in wickedly sharp prose.
Candida
And my eyes are held to the last word. Some great words btw.
Oh, such divine language...Very well written.
Ty, Dani
Vesna
Sandie Angel :o)