Echoes in All the Senses
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He hopes his words might cause the future’s pools
To shimmer as if earthquakes dream of breath
From Lucifer or maybe as if schools
Of barracuda bring their sharp-toothed death
In future waters. He deploys his lines
In hope that they wil bite beyond his years
And leave tomorrow’s oceans full of signs
Two-tongued enough to bring on rhyming sneers
Against the clarity of priestly prose.
His verse he hopes will sing through centuries, past
A sportsman’s balls or Adolf Hitler’s pose.
He thinks of Homer’s slaughters ringing, vast.
He hopes his poetry will echo long
Beyond, because of teeth in winging song.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Mar 1, 2025 | AM, AN, SL |