Blackbirds

Blackbirds

 

I spoke to God in dangerous hot whispers

All glittered with gore and visceral rage

Deep vision struck like a coat-hidden gun

As blood-screaming blackbirds crossed out the sun

 

My head flicked sick slides of horrible scenes

Dancing like shadows across holy Light

Dismembered soldiers howled silent extremes

Bullet-sunk poison like deadly asp bites  

 

Beasts rose up hungry from rough crimson seas

Horsemen rode hard through city and town

War, Death, Famine and Infectious Disease

Indiscriminately mowing all life down

 

And, I, tethered tightly to a bare tree

Could not lift my hands to save a small child

From jaws of a dragon, he called to me

Then, sank into fate and viscous dark bile

 

But I am no prophet; just a poor man

Not one will listen to my strange warning

They’ll laugh at my fear and shaky small hands

Even as Gabriel’s trumpet is horning

 

Climbed out of prayer all soaked in cold vespers

Tangled in black vines of ink on live page

Ten thousand birdsongs all melted to one

My feet, without asking, started to run

 

And when I went screaming the hideous truth

They said I’d gone mad; tied me to a tree

And, as I looked up, my struggle was done

As blood-screaming blackbirds crossed out the sun

Author's Note

Don't get all weird on me......all this poem truly means is that I could not sleep at all last night. lol!

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is apocalyptic, RG. Mind-blowingly good in vision and with the strong form in meter and rhyme behind it to force us to take this very seriously.
I love so many of the images: the blood-screaming blackbirds, the child in the jaws of the dragon, black vines of ink.... Sheez. Biblical.

I like getting weird, it's fun :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

ahhhh~insomnia generated verbal skips~ doomsday from a night of open wide eyes~ sometimes we generate the trickiest and most gripping puzzle writes when the mind simply will not shut up or turn off~ much enjoyed!~