(the echo of your voice is a sign that you will return...)

by Richard Paez

The Echo of Your Voice Is a Sign that You Will Return to Destroy this World in Liquid Fire as Those who Forsook You Sleep Blanketed in a False Sense of Security

It is quiet now.


The shattered pieces

that permeated solid earth

made it a sponge

have faded away.


New clouds form above

are blown away-scattered

by the hot, relentless wind

echo of your voice.


You have been gone now

momentary years.

I have kept the promise I made you.

I have carried it from the swamp into the field.


With your whip and your scythe

I draw Spring-blood

to fertilize this ground,

shed Summer-tears

to quicken your seeds.



your vines and your thorns

your pollen and nectar

will choke this place

as you were choked

and you will spread.



your roots and branches

your poison-green leaves

will overrun this place before

your napalm dream blossoms

bursts and flows red

red and glorious.


Posted on 08/04/2005
Copyright © 2023 Richard Paez

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 10/13/05 at 03:46 PM

holy holy holy... bright blazes flicker maddeningly in my iris whilst picturing this... intense read, richard... blessings...

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