Already Written

25 Jan

The aged book filled with leaves turns to unveil a man, Atlas-like – bowed, broken, & torture racked on a wooden frame. In the book, crushed down and up again.

Millions say the words live. Entertain, and watch stony hearts become flesh. Others blame. And this way, remain the same: habitations of corpses. Who, rather than listen, rage. Saying the book’s aim is insane. Thus, death’s reign is their only domain.

They are like cheeky poems that said, “our poet is mad; kill him!” The master poet’s words became bloody tears weeping for these, his uncompleted works. Yes, it’s already written in the book, all there, between the eloquent leaves leafed with gold.


Limericist, 2008

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Posted by on January 25, 2021 in Poetry


One response to “Already Written

  1. B. K. Neifert

    November 13, 2022 at 6:14 pm

    I’m reading your older work. This is a quality piece. You should look for all the poems like this, on your blog, and compose them into an album. You have talent Brian.


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