- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Carrion and Vultures
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They sit, stark outlined
In trees grimly branched
Barren,
Denuded by reflected appetites
That would rip
And freely sunder
All Flesh,
All hope
All souls.
They sit, grim garbed
In monkish shamming grace,
Like bawdy souls
Dressed in maiden’s weave
To pen Buranna,
An epitaph
Inscribed on air,
Preserved in wanting,
Wanton, greed .
Pious in ability,
Those churchmen rant,
Evangelists,
In armour beaten from words
Borrowed
Riches
From an ancient book
Steeped in Holy
Assumed ‘Droit.
They sit, eyes eager,
Talons poised.
Parasitic
Enobled in self proclaimed power,
Purchased
Cheaply
By collusive haggling
Falsely priced,
Shamlessly faced.
They cast drab shadows,
Misting hope,
Dreams,
Deceiving those so hopeful,
Veiling
Arrogance
An insidious toxin,
The aerobicised Bella Donna
Seducing their next meal.
- COMMENTS
tazz317over 11 years agono matter their character, do have a purpose. TK U MLJ LV NV
Tathagataalmost 19 years agosome great visions here and some excellent word choices.
I think having it as all separate lines hurt the flow of the poem, however.
Just an opinion.
Nice work none the less
