from "The Hidden Well"


conjugating wars

chippy charmed blade in Moira's hand
cries for blood,
begs for blood,
slashing carmine canopies
for the sake of the flow,
grinning its ivory fang
at the lavish crimson gush
drenching sands and drowning wills.
on the red river
crucified Jesus floats,
watching clouds on skies in flames
twinning the boulders of coagulated sins
crawling along the muddy shores,
wondering if those were the sins
for which he drank the cup.
in the meantime carnivorous swords
keep fueling the flood,
making sure that the river's level stays always high enough,
as if that would get the floating cross closer to the skies.
not that it mattered anyway –
after all, there's plenty of that bloody slime
smelling like putrid faith
to fuel a thousand more crusades...




Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2012-12-11 at 10:04

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Lilly! This is a really nice poem, my favorite of yours.
2012-12-11