Frailty and Discord


We watched the fields burning
The sky turning black then gold
We saw the dark birds fleeing
Smart animals running crazy-free

I, am not embarased by my honesty
Like a bloody steak laying on a cold plate
Like a mysterious line from Hemmingway
Like a centre-page from Spick and Span

If we were prisoners of the Bolshoviks 
If we were sought by Gestapo puppets
Trained by the rigours of excess hatred
Trapped and snared by Delia’s thorny bush

The river still flows eastward muddy
The snow-peak falls still tumble bloody
I watch the fires burn and sweat anguish
I’m a sentinel, a watchman, a torrid tale

And here is a bloodied child alone
Confused like us rest – searching
Broken, bleeding with no meaning?
Shame and frailty – cover the child!




About edenbray

I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
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