The hungry

Here's a new original poem. It is a poem that praises human potential and the power of us to overcome the shackles that bind us, of the superstitious nature or the every day chains of negative thinking/every day manacles that hold us down. I hope you enjoy & thanks for reading!


In the morning
The angel awoke
To thrust aloft
His mighty thurible
Wafting wisteria
To the hungry ephemera,
-They-
Roses, embittered by eternal winter,
Shook the slumbering dew
From their trembling lids
Like idyllic doe
-Entombed-
In a sepulcher world,
They tremble and gape
Grasping the fleshless void-
Facing the first sweats
Of fever,
A singular sickness
That creeps into timid hearts
At the expiry of day.
Feckless children awaiting
The terrible
Sojourn of night,
Eldritch stars frozen in moribund nude,
Lost to
The creeping fog.

Still, in the silence of the grave
-A Whisper-
"From the blood of stars,
Boundless bone of limestone,
Womb of
Blind fledgling life,
We rise to the trumpeted
Bellows of our own
Deific design,
From the doldrums of our
Dogged souls-
We sip your blessed poison
-And march on-
We sample your fallen apple
-And march on-
We face your thundering floods
-And march on-
We endure your sadist winters
-And march on-
We set our Martyrs alight
-And march on-
In the darkness you created
We strike a blinding torch
And immolate your gilded throne
-For-
As the flame melts the cast-iron
And sets the slaving free-
We march on."