Daily Archives: November 9, 2015

Remembrance in a Small Parish by Antony Owen

I am not a silent poet

The autumn ground is hungry
and grey teeth of war graves
swallow surnames by half bloomed flowers.

A little girl is yawning like bugles
tired is she of remembering him
with buttercup lanterns underneath her chin.

The autumn birch is all but bare
bowls reach out for paper queens
yet black and white pawns were given first.

A baby cries at the granite crib
hushed through god-clock silence
do not walk your babes away for they shall never fib.

The automated bells are ringing,
androids grope a soldier to be shared
so he can be liked before becoming invisible .

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The Rape of Carthage by Dominic Albanese

I am not a silent poet

all dese guys in robes right
dancin drinkin hooch n actin like
fools OK
Den dis guy what had a
heard o Elephants right>
where da fuck he got dem
is like a big Sherlock mystery
any way
He busts ass over da mountains right
all pissed of talking to him self in Latin
Greek Vandalese and some other
unknown babble scrabble letters
all cold n shit n da Elephants are a fartin
his ass is a smartin
Cartdenum essa deldum …..sort of a long time ago
one bunch of religious hoolagans who wanna
off da other bunch o hoolagans and get girls money
dat good hooch n be all blessed n go to
Valhalla or where it was like where ya went den
any way
some other guy named Bluto
was gettin all et tu Bluto n shit
ya hadda been there to get the straight
but dey…

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