Peacock
“Sovereignty does not regard the relation between father and son. A king, it is said, should deem no man his relation.” Jahangir, Mughal of India 1605-1627.
Rocks.
Snatched from the mountain’s womb, these eggs
Hatch, in human beds,
Strife. Even the white is flushed in pigeon blood.
Suns
Unsetting unsettle the mind. The peacock’s eyes,
Blind, mesmerize
The pack. Whelps of wolves soon grown: my sons.
Embers
Cold heat the blood, make feet quicken, pulses roar,
Stain marble floors
Red. We waltz. Gaffs steeled to sliver, dismember.
Flames,
Quenched from one offspring’s pits, rotten holes,
Burn on, having gold
Fuel. The breed’s carbuncle stare scorch the planes.
angelbabyd Said:
on April 16, 2008 at 10:06 am
wow your words are so powerful. I really like this: “Suns
Unsetting unsettle the mind”
yuzublizzard Said:
on April 16, 2008 at 9:15 pm
Thanks! Fitting words then for Jahangir.
Andrew Said:
on April 23, 2008 at 6:41 am
yes, this is really powerful!