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Click here Listening to Aaron Copeland's
Fanfare for the Common Man
I.
Carnal birth
Carnal birth
Carnal birth
Drum sounds:
Boom
Boom
Boom ticka rapparappatat
Boom ticka rapparappatat
Boom
Boom
II.
Stone moves
tethered to ten thousand men
dangling like so many flies
caught in a web
sinew strains and rips
with each bloodied breath
each step counted one man's stain
the Master's Voice:
Pull you bastards
Pull
III.
Stonehenge
misted beard of the Dragon's breath
there I see the ten thousand
flies flicking to the whip
feasting lifeblood from the tears
the steady cadence of the tethered ones
hauling stone and timber
as the sky burns thirsting
sun quivers
the line of the ten thousand
the lurching ones
IV.
Sinew strains...
V.
Kyrie elaison
Quiet!
Now pull you bastards
Pull
VI.
Nailed hands
three fishes among fishermen and their nets
tangled midst the ten thousand
their ropes upon heart stone
the steady cadence of the whip
marking another man stain
another man's death
VII.
Carnal birth
Carnal birth
Carnal birth
Drum sounds
Boom
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
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There's a sense of... eh.. Beneath the wheel?.. here that allows me to imagine a line stretching off into forever, crushed men under stone blocks, or cannonballs.
Is this a religious poem, or a war poem, or both? I couldn't pin it down, much as I like it.