one final furious flicker

one final furious flicker

 

1

surface swelters

glows orange with hatred

charring nerve-endings

pupils project hellfire

war teeth bared

humanity explodes

into shrapnel confetti

pain swarms like

flies at fresh

rot

 

 

2

it is the final moment

a death pang of love

beaten into submission

like iron

whiskey reigns tyrannical

dark tidings slither

over warm smiles

blistered soul

walks the fire-rock

alone

 

 

3

he whispers her name

like a sweaty hex

her face appears

a lie

a slander

a life melts

like candle wax

into the achy redness

a menacing shadow

exorcised

by the sunrise

 

4

nobody saw him die

we just all sort of knew

it was over

 

5

parts of her

will never fully

heal

the scar is shaped

like a man’s

hand

it stretches from

Lockport to Gross Tette

her home has gone

from burn ward

to mass grave

 

 

 

Reviews

[L. Edward Neale]

Wow, powerful stuff. Enjoyed it immensely. The central character bears some ambiguity it seems it could be a war victim or even the conciousness of the earth its self suffering the destructive tyranny of man. Cheers for the heads up. Keep those requests coming.

[MOON]

What utterly beautiful imagery. Yet heartbraking in the tale.

[Maryam]

This is an amazing write!

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Great stuff Bob, edgy as our last heart-beat!

[EMF]

Breathtaking my friend. From the poetry to the language to the style of presentation. Breathtaking. The power of it shakes me, and the imagry I pray to carry for a long time. Stunning.