Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal

War of Words (Contemporary V Abstract)

John Murtagh

To lovers of words, feelings, and freedom of expression


By death-time pronounced for word takers - sent shrill
came 10,000 moonics - flew down from the hill

An anointed collective - en-mass - darkly formed
passioned earth crust collated - for souls yet un-mourned

Stern archers awaited and strengthened loose backs-
raised neck hair of cavalry snapped back to its cracks

And all was a valley - surreal and unchanged –
where certainty vanished - captured madness in frames

Staggered breath - shredded shivers through misted vent came
a sent wind chose dead-screamed our widows by name

And all was a valley – surreal and unchanged –
as mashed hoards of manics- merged unhinged with deranged

Commenced to attack - set an eagle - our gaze –
mighty wizards from dim world - spelt hell fire with praise

Twisted eyes of the foe rained about us to drain –
their sprit of hate lust – that quenched from our pain

When morning awoke every last word was said
every syllable broached - every last letter dead

And all was a valley – surreal and in flames –
as two worlds of words - both convictions lay slain

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John Murtagh lives in London and writes poetry.

© John Murtagh

Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal ISSN 1554-8449, Copyright © 2004-2012