I write your name .
On the bloody ploughed fields
for the child who won't come
and the oak we cut down ...
I write your name .
Destiny of broken china
flight of crows above Golgotha
aborted symphony ...
I write your name .
On the mud of the trenches
the mouth that curses
flower that dies at dawn .
At the devil's market
souls are sold out ...
I write your name
on the erased memory
the forgotten birthday
damned's long march ...
God's message service
no longer responds to mayday ...
I write your name .
On the boned doll's body
those dreamy scent machine guns
hand tatooed on barbed whims ...
Like a rider in the wind
dressed in tyrant's uniform
or the gold of Vatican
you cast anathema on infant's games...
You're still here ,terror interior
like a fly asleep in it's marble cocoon
protected from living's dirty hands ...
And I don't know what your name is ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 6th, 2025 07:48
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Comments2
Close to gothic in nature this poem is dark and highly metaphorical in nature with numerous references to religious views very nice Lorenz
Thanks a lot dear Soren !
A world without God: a universe without response.
A world with satan : The universe has a response !
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