"pilum" poems
For while you grant me the strength to live, and the resolve to thrive,
While you grant me the loyalty of the most loving companion,
While your kindness draws the eyes of strangers and the hearts of the bitter,
And while you have pledged all of this to me, in an act of love I can never hope to see again, I must depart.
Because for all your virtues, you could never see that your flaw was me.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
Rachel, Weeping for Our Children
From an idea suggested by Kelly
No soldiers come, with glaring eyes, with death
To drag our children out into the road
To ****** away their lives into the dust
With pilum, gladius, or manly fist
With Romans as advisors standing by
Amid obscenities, curses, and screams
A fog of witness for that old excuse:
It’s all about the quality of life
Confusion now persuades with soft, soft breath
And therapists come, soothingly, with death.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
Rachel, Weeping for Our Children
From an idea suggested by Kelly Rogers
No soldiers come, with glaring eyes, with death
To drag our children out into the road
To ****** away their lives into the dust
With pilum, gladius, or manly fist
No Romans as advisors standing by
Amid obscenities, curses, and screams
A fog of witness for that old excuse:
It’s all about the quality of life
Confusion now persuades with soft, soft breath
And therapists come, soothingly, with death.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC