Poet has entered the building

Kalashnikovs spurt
attar of nubile iron-manacled
virgins festooned in gold;
rose blossoms
explode in miasmas of rubble
and dessicated corpses,
atom-thin plasma of rose-petal
embraces gyring teflon-jacketed
petitions sprayed indiscriminate;
honking interrogatives rut in croutons
fresh chopped cabbage greens
putrid carrot scrapings.
Sky is ablaze;
dusk promises answers:
copper and amythest prayers
rocket vertical
beseech the Great Something to
pay attention;
It Does:
all prayers are Answered;
everything dies; everything lives—
star-clad virgins writhe;
nothing changes.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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