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Words drop
sown
airborne
at wind's whim
light honeybees disdainful
of death's pollen
live leaves
thin
arid seeds of fire
naked
in praise of the blood
and the mud
and the simplest things on earth.
One of the scariest poems I have read. Plus no one seems to be alerted: “in praise of the blood/ and the mud / and the simplest things on earth” ??? Sure sounds like a Fascist poetry if I have ever seen one (even if unintended, or unknowingly by name to the author). ************************* I am just the messenger. Look up the motives themes and symbols of Fascism in art.
...this very much. A beautiful concept done simply, without a wasted word.
I truly enjoyed how the poem flows and the image of the fall to earth is provoked.