Thursday, November 30, 2006

Seven For Hell

(Haiku Cycle)

Untidy creatures
all the scars on the inside
unlearn-ed of peace

Noise amphetamine
stinking, darkened streets we pave
oblivion, come!

Out of the debris
once human, we are broken
'neath forests of steel

Dim seasons of guilt
wicked, we become that death
we have long denied

What was once kindness
has sickened, become slow hate
flaming corrosion

The smell of cordite
on the chill winds of autumn
the death toll rises

Let the world be killed
we have no more use for it
if we are not kings


--Note: So there's your feel-good poem of the week, folks. Enjoy! (P.M.T.)

2 comments:

drthunder said...

----and on this note, I think that I'll just stumble over to your Wolf Hawkwind website and read a story.

M. Shahin said...

"Dim seasons of guilt
wicked, we become that death
we have long denied"

Sometimes this empty death can be seen all around, and in many people's eyes. It is scary at times, and these lines captured it well.

"What was once kindness
has sickened, become slow hate
flaming corrosion"

So true of our times we are living in now.

"The smell of cordite
on the chill winds of autumn
the death toll rises"

Hmmm....very interesting because there appears to be something much darker here than what is being told. There are hints of some madness, but the words keep it under control and ask the reader to delve deeper into some insane realm.

Of course I tend to over complicate things, and probably see more than I should - but this is a dark poem that I really liked.

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