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Burial
by David Hilla sun
too brightly,
stares yolk
shiny.
stick man
in robes,
blandly
monotone.
earth opens
swollen lips,
swallows
the gift.
mourners tremor
totter,
perspire clean
through.
I find courage,
consider
the question
that begs,
that bends
that breaks
and Death,
he says,
"Nothing,"
and God,
he says
nothing at all.
01/03/2007 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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