Beautiful Destruction

Despair and hope in verse...

 

A rough rain falls on the river running as a

            fisher casts over tainted water, and

Black blood burns as the wars are raging and the

            soldiers argue who’s hell is hotter.

Strange ghosts earth can’t recognize, in the

            fields littered with those who’ve fallen,

I see only my cold reflection in their bright eyes.

 

A worker strains from the line he’s towing and

            this stale air with the Devil we breathe,

A father falls as the guns go mowing, an echo

            in the street when the church bell rings.

Billboards bury nightless skies, in their

            shadows I stumble past an unwashed child,

I find the world's solace shining in her bright eyes.

 

A mother wails as the air is pounding and the

            sound of fire in the distant town, where

A sad clock creeps over the horizon glowing, as

            old faces crumble from souls grown bare, just

Waiting for death and more hell to rise.

            Some stray dog plays in a sacred river, as

I kneel to drink, he looks right through me with his bright eyes

 

A marketplace crowded with the people talking,

            come here to worship the world they’ve built and

Their voices I hear but none are speaking, the words

            drowned out by the blood we’ve spilt.

Light cracks the tired church filled with lies, as a

            ripe-bellied mother walks up the aisle,

I smell her youth and pray to the hope I see in her bright eyes….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Written in a "Dylanisc" style.....