Saturday, 10 September 2016

POEM 214

Children!
Your eyes lend I
The vision dispossessed of me
See past
The pixilated frontages of people's best intentions
And steer by  their lust for an instant's gratification
The emperor is impatient yet
My coliseum is nowhere near completion

You must wait patiently for your  entertainment
When every second column I type
Receives the thumbs down of deletion
For I  have drunk in the desert's  darkness
Parched by prayer
Ground my teeth
Upon this  brittle dirt and sand
Kissed the  Tempter's hand
Sacrificed His own son for
Immortality
Blinded in Gaza
Scorned by even the serpent
Too tired to repent
My sins breed beneath this scarred sky
Children your eyes lend I
For my time and the light are spent




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