Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Clash (Poem 190)

pale strands of grass smoothed 
flat by thunder    birds gone 
silent    air taut 
with tension    rent flesh--
gorgeous bloody gashes 
hanging skin--apocalyptic 
cries and crashing skulls    
eyes rolling bodies rolling 
running watching    stunned
statues     conquered and
conqueror    the conquest,
at last, the prize

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six


(Photo: Yathin S Krishnappa, 2010)