Judges
On the muddy banks of the Jordan
Stands the keeper of the bees,
Tiny frame
Lithe
Standing straight…
The candle stick maker
The General,
long red hair waving in the yellow orange light of
The breaking dawn.
Blinded and battered
A little child in a huge hulking body
Shoulders bowed
Nothing left
Even part of life long ago shrinking away
Nazirite with wine red lips,
Shaving bumps all along
A bloody scalp
With A Delilah’s eye
Misery is a tactile thing
Running fingers along the textures.
Trumpets, trumpets blow and bellow
The fiends of sky
Masters of air
The slow decaying victims of history
Watching each and every sound…
The falling down bits
The brick exploding
Armies of men making themselves saints
Of their time
Terrible time
Terrible time stealing away
The better parts of
A far too far flung
Story.
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Comments
Running fingers along the textures"
I like this image. Well done.
Rated.