Published in the August BBC publication Southwest Wales poetry, in the September issue of Above Ground Testing, the July 2004 issue of Autumn Leaves, and the first issue of the magazine The Zine
The grand spatter contentious
of droplets patient caress
to concrete majesty fashioned,
the innumerable content of sand
Solvent, swaths of light
break towards unification
Primrose streaks highlight
the tears in blue nimbus
Amazing grace, the chortles of colour,
murmuring, shatter upon my flesh.
The beads streaming down
my grand arch and hollow
are immaculate conceptuals
Reunite, again
invigorating florin senses
of life recreated
in each solidified breath
Ascension
each empirical blessing
strewn upward through sinew
are drawn blades of grass.
We paint the skies
with the blood of warriors,
the scent of funerary pyres,
and the cries of buzzards
All eyes must someday
leak again into the stratum
to fall again,
tears in heaven.
This poem is very thick thoughtwise.
Pluto would love to see the skies painted with blood; and Ares would make sure the supply of corpses would be permanent, and all provisions with the help of Eris would have the seal Mars.
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Pluto would love to see the skies painted with blood; and Ares would make sure the supply of corpses would be permanent, and all provisions with the help of Eris would have the seal Mars.
Good reading. Thank You.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU