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The Penance of Rebellious Shadows
by Max BouilletPricked, throbbing, and
kissed with fever,
playful shadows
tug at their Gods
'til the flesh slips
from bleached bones.
Frightened shades
(fearful of reprisals)
slip into vacant skin,
wear the sacred meat,
and have delusions
of humanity.
Becoming adept
at fooling flesh,
they live among the divine
and soon realize
the penance for killing a god,
is to become one. 05/08/2005 Posted on 05/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/09/05 at 01:16 AM For me this is a brilliant answer to agnosticism and atheism. If I am totally out of the ballpark let me live with my private interpretation! LOL!! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/10/05 at 02:18 PM that is an interesting scenario; that to destroy something one must become the thing they destroy or assume their mantle and yet, the double duty to discover done with such deeding, that they will as well have to assume responsibility of listening to prayers and such and be queried who should be Pope and all that falls withing a god's resposibility, even to cast shadows of themselves, who we very well know will be tugging at them who have assumed themselves gods. Philosophy never sounded or was e'er delivered as daring. |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 05/10/05 at 10:12 PM ohh their like parasites becoming one with the host, awesome :) |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 05/11/05 at 11:12 AM A cerebral and philosophical work, Br Maxwell...I particularly liked the second verse for its vivid imagery. Nice work! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 05/12/05 at 06:01 PM Once-in-a-lunchtime opportunists feasting...where even delusion fears to nibble? The gods have discovered pure green! An enlightened touch of darkness - no surprise there then :) |
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