Aerials

Bombastic given

bombardment by the grace of God

relent, rely, realize

the fire’s breeding spaces

but only by a history of shrieking faces.

 

Somewhere, waiting, with Names on a list

He’s waiting

for a soul or indifferent ravens

ours is but to do or die

barbaric bearing on the graceless lover–

just a click and all will sever.

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11 thoughts on “Aerials

    • Glad they struck a chord! Alliteration can make or break a poem, after all–but those ravens needed to have their flight, and it was but a matter of how to set them free.

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