Hangman's Harvest

[The second]

a canon shot at the heart of bigotry for me. The ignorance of man is still astounding. We will grind each other till the end. Save the poets, save the lovers, save the seers. This filled me with lead, made me heavy

[John Wertz]

So glad you are able to treat these current things with so much power, and smarts. A smart, compelling poem indeed.

[DWAYNE]

Thanks all.

There is so much going on in the world, right now, for one who tends to be fascinated by these matters, they are a poetic trove.

[Muttado1sb]

"Yet fear the doppelgänger reflection" So very well put. This just jumped out at me. Very well done, DWAYNE!

[Sumyanna]

What an amazing poem. So beautifully written. Flawless.

[lunar glide]

my goodness your vocabulary is so affecting! you are able to write in pure bass notes!

[AlexandratheLate]

Wow and wow Dwayne. Magnificently dark and painful and full of energy - it stirred me!!!

[MHenry]

Wow, Dwayne, the muse has inhabited you, and she is a proud and indignant one! Very well done, maestro!

[DWAYNE]

They will turn the wheel,
for Catherine, named.
Them,
that would have men
press the skins
o'er brows,
upon specks
of hallowed ground,
swept rid of dust,
to drench the earth
in bloodlust.
And you would find
their countenance familiar,
in eerie
sober contemplation,
shudder,
at the scrivener's fury,
a litany
of triumph
and shame,
lay abandoned in the fray.
The wounded,
whisked away,
by preponderance of hours.
And still,
cerebral neglect
confound.
An angry chorus
lifts the sound,
euphemistic zealots abound.
Their brethren?
The hooded brood,
raze crosses to light,
raise palms to pledge,
mortal dance upon the edge.
Yet
fear the doppelgänger reflection,
who set black flags to wave,
for vengeance,
turn apples to the blade.
As we,
in fearful confrontation,
fetch Crows,
from neath the shade,
dress them in a new name,
dabble in these patriot games.
Summon ghosts
to spurn their rest,
and, in haste
seek ripe necks,
for a hangman's harvest.