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terra cotta rites.

by Andrew S Adams

a 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 © 2024 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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