Pharoah

Hinder the binds
of a brittle sarcophagus:
furls of yellow-white
suffocating the sightly remains
painted on the walls of a tomb;
red on yellow on stone,
leaking pulp through each crevice
like nose blood
on a dirty lip.
Bloody bubbles
pop
away the silence
through frothy screams
down the corridor
caked with centuries of unmarred dust.

Is someone awake?

Reviews

[emmah]

this one sure does delve exclusively and exquisitely in the austere monochrome of darkness, this write of yours!
it pierced the silence with the "brittle sarcophagus" - like haze scuplted in stone - what a brilliant expression! the writing on the wall is a palpable, living, breating, feeling etch in "suffocating the sightly remains...painted on the walls of a tomb" - it meanders into an even darker place; a place that should have been left unexplored, but now lies exposed for scrutiny and cruelty to take their unrequieted course. touching!
"red on yellow on stone" - so uniquely expressed - the ghastly, macabre image of "nose blood...on a dirty lip" is conjured with a crisp, unyielding choice of words - stark and precise - no niceties, no pretense - just a matter of fact expression - yet exceptionally poetic - moving!
where the verse goes from there, is for me, as a reader, as i was starting to see in the dark, an even darker surprise of the highest poetic quality - it was like a shock to the senses! "bloody bubbles", "frothy screams", "centuries of unmarred dust" - words that have the an intensely haunting echo in black holes of nothingness that define (almost precisely) most things that constitute the here and now. chilling words that sear my consciousness as i read.
and the last line - seems like a call - a call for awakening, for help, for realization, for light, for silence, for release, for respite, for comfort, for solace - for living, even, maybe.
moved beyond measure by the varying shades of black that this verse brings to life in blood curdling precision and masterful bervity. kudos to you for what is, without doubt, an unforgettable verse.

[Denni]

nice poem, great imagery here, good topic, sorry im not more talkative, im tired