The Body Politic

My saints still live

Still live my saints

Seldom ever do they give

In life or what remains

 

Ever attentive to their task

Enscribing lullabies on broken heart

With water of life in ancient flask

Like Siren's song/my world apart

 

Unto the last they tread in step

Neath city sky, and death, and toys

Never modest they wake the dead

And in the twelfth awakes the boy

Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

This a gorgeous and effervescent piece of originality. I am so enamored by your use of classic literary abbreviations (neath city sky) and draped the poetry with such imagery, a feast for fans of rhyme and emotions' not withstanding reason, conflicted and complete with metaphoric stamina--i am a new fan MikeyMike of PoeticWrites.... thank you for sharing this.

~PFluffer~~~

[Phantom Heart]

I am at a loss for words again...I really appreciate your style and use of language. Hurry up and write a book:)

[Tessa]

i'm pretty sure... that i love this.

i don't know why but the last line is just... "AHHHH..."

great. fantastic. extra.