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In The Name Of | The God Of
by Paul Lastovica
On the cutting room floor
it comes to this loving root
ash, oak and bamboo
plucking about earthen hovels
naming damned gods rise
framed in blooming flora
outing the sun for all its sin
against lesser stars
Huddled in scattered dusts
deep in biblical quiet
the flame itself is shivering
against the nothingness of beauty
In the name of the god of
abandoned structures
waylaid by vines on the march
for reclaimation of a lush void
thick and murky
and warped by longing
10/30/2015 Author's Note: I may add to this; I may not. TBD.
Posted on 10/31/2015
Copyright © 2025 Paul Lastovica
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/31/15 at 04:57 PM I really like this Paul. Well done! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/02/15 at 02:41 AM This makes me want to keep my pruners and loppers close at hand - love that third stanza. I have great respect for vines and their ability to quietly take over a landscape, so using the vine is most effective here. I like the phrase "deep in biblical quiet" and the power of those last two lines. |
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