- Non-Erotic Poetry
- New Order
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An autumn morning. All the inmates stand
lined up along the muddy aisles to get
another day’s instructions. It won’t do
to look beyond this presence; the new creed
won’t alter its routine that’s like a yoke
upon the disbelievers who have brought
their lot upon themselves, as different skin
and false ideas are bound to land one in
these barracks’ squalor. Past the barbed-wire fence
the moorlands fall away and there’s the pale
blue distance, far across the fading hills.
Beyond the mind's horizon there’s the town
they were transported from, their ordered lives
changed by the harsh regime that took away
whatever they could use and burnt the rest
producing lots of smoke, the engine that
effected their grim passage mingling with
the conflagration. Stripped of everything
except forced patience they have seen the sky
grow clear again as their own age went by,
and looked away, and stopped remembering,
and learnt to curb their thoughts and not to cry.
- COMMENTS
DawnJalmost 11 years agoMy favorite phrases... "Beyond the mind's horizon", "Stripped of everything except forced patience".
A heavy poem, as it should be by virtue of its content! *sigh*
greenmountaineeralmost 11 years agoBroad enough to fit in any disenfranchised group throughout history up to modern times at the mercy of the more powerful group.
I particularly liked "the moorlands fall away and there’s the pale/ blue distance, far across the fading hills" which prompted me to think of the English v. the Irish. I'm guessing you were thinking of some specific moment in history, given the first line. I'm not sure what, but it really doesn't matter, given the broad view.
