Day Ten
A headlong world history
beginning with dead air, silent skies.
Then the longest winter.
A guide to the beasts,
the hidden life. Horses and ponies.
Hell riders; witnesses to war,
to trails of tears, these heroes and villains,
Over the moon and under the eagle.
The perfect prince. The liar.
Black cats and evil eyes.
Poetical works, architecture;
The world's most mysterious places.
Long lost cities and darkness at noon.
The world at war in god's name -
a shifting war in words - with
battles that changed forgotten soldiers.
Now just a load of old bones;
The love letters of great men.
Over the moon and under the eagle.
And now, the hand that trembles,
thinking about almost everything.
How to do just about everything.
Stitch.
Dissolve.
Distort.
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You made it work and so well! I don't want to pick at the magic of your words but "the world at war in god's name" has to be one. Eh? eh? :)
ReplyDeleteAha! Every line has at least one. The problem with using book titles is that you can't unsee them. I can't really tell how this reads without the titles sticking out, so I didn't feel very satisfied with it.
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