Nothing of Nothing–
the wolf licks his snout
blood, smeared, too thick to sing
behind the silence–mortal grout–
in dens where flesh might reign as king
of peace, a child, too fresh to pout
silent as the rain spring brings.
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oh heck chris…this gave me shivers.. very dark..very well written..great metaphor..
There is an expectant dark that comes from this opening, yet even it the brevity of the write it hits you at a deeper level than one might think. I have to just keep reading over this…love it my friend. Send love and peace ~ Rose
in dens where flesh might rein as king really got my mind going into some dark places…esp when paired with the wolf…scary stuff…
Took me to all this talk of child sex slaves. Silence within, innocence vanished, wolves (and monsters of other kinds as well) at the door. Dark and foreboding metaphor – it can be enlarged to a political evil as well where we the innocent can be used and discarded. Exceptional piece in such brevity, my friend.
Oh, there’s a darkness to this that is so enticing. I love “where flesh might reign as king / of peace…”
Dark… Nice write, Chris.
i’m like claudia ~ literally gave me shivers! hope things are going well with you, Chris!