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by David Hill

a sun
too brightly,
stares yolk

stick man
in robes,

earth opens
swollen lips,
the gift.

mourners tremor
perspire clean

I find courage,
the question
that begs,
that bends
that breaks
and Death,
he says,
and God,
he says
nothing at all.


Author's Note: A vile expulsion, and a reaction to Bergman's "Seventh Seal."

Posted on 01/04/2007
Copyright © 2023 David Hill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cristy M. on 01/06/07 at 02:45 AM

i know where you're going with this because i too have written pieces inspired by "seventh seal" (it's so ripe with thought pieces and visual memories...such good fodder for ideas). however, i find that there's too much short-ness. as if you could have said more. it's good, but i would've wanted to have more to read within each line which--ironically--would have probably defeated the purpose/ intention of the brevity of it all. still, it's got lots of room and that's a bigger compliment than i could muster for most.

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