The tygers of Wrath

a wave like amber

fell upon the cities

and the beating

of the mortal machine

ticked like a clock

pounding between the cracked

columns of concrete.

As the tigers of wrath

burn at the city gates

waiting to feast upon the flesh

of the Dead,

I shall beg my Heart to heave itself

through my veins.

Too seize the clock by the throat

and rage against the pounding

out of time upon the pillars

of perfection.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

intense...and scary a bit but that's what you wanted. I liked " pounding between the cracked columns of concrete". I wonder why you didn't use metric poetry? I liked this. Answering your Q: I don't plan my poems. I dream them and then I know words are ready to write themselves. Thanks for your long review.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

mmmm i loved this... for some reason the flow reminded my of dylan thomas, and is just so evocative

my only question is this:

to seize the clock by the throat (which is a gorgoeus image)

or

to cease the clock by the throat (which still kinda works, but isn't nearly as powerful image)

[Samuel Ferris]

"The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction"
The city is a metaphor for the inner psyche in disarray at the prospect of mortality and the mechanical view of life.
This poem is essentially meant to be a dream vision with some outside energy threatening to destroy an inner construct(city or civilization represents the mechanization and ritual of our daily lives and its reflection in the ritual and mechanization of our inner world).

[Ms. Gruye]

This piece reminds me of the Whiskers song, Roses....if you're not familiar that's okay. what this has in your favor is excellent execution. wonderful imagery employed, and at it's base this works. All except the word "too" in the phrasing, "Too Cease the clock by the throat". that word should have one "o"