04.14.08

Poem XIV

Posted in Poems tagged , , , , , at 1:06 pm by AR

I

White wine wonders
red wine knows
(give me Blue for the morning rose)

Fly down, Angel
with your steel nose
plant
steel
seeds
in stuttering rows.

(The democrat hardly knows
what is going when it goes.)

II

To your parents, Last,
but your sons call you First;
First of your kind,
the tall, gray, Cursed,
Son of Machine
and Ungodly Thirst:

Of whom, pray, will the Judge demand:
Why did this boy die of thirst?

White Wind wanders
Red Poppy grows
And Blue Lords topple in helpless rows.

2 Comments »

  1. fatherstephen said,

    April 14, 2008 at 3:30 pm

    I like poetry. This is good.

  2. AR said,

    April 14, 2008 at 4:42 pm

    Thanks, Father. I enjoy reading poetry myself. I esp. like G. K. Chesterton, T.S. Eliot, Geo. Herbert, Francis Thompson.

    BTW, I just found out on Sunday that I’m going to church with some of your relatives. It was one of those small-world moments.

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