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terra cotta rites.
by Andrew S Adamsa subtle dream executed on a grand scale
comissioned by the gods of yesteryear-
back to when excess was in vogue-
when the title of 'king' was still sanctioned as deity;
when the dead still controlled these armies.
jesus christ saved us;
he had merely a giagantic boulder-
a stone so inconsistent as guard
that a spirit could move it aside;
while the emperor of a nation
bent on control, hope, and betrayal
defied this logic and designed an army of
the deaf and blind-
thousands of warriors standing guard
for the dead, enslaved forever
as an army of the lost gods.01/12/2004 Posted on 01/13/2004
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 01/13/04 at 05:35 AM what a word, yesteryear.... this piece, is different from what I'm used to from you, but different in a good way. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/29/08 at 09:32 PM i love the title and the way it fits with the poem. nice work, andrew. |
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