Holy Red Rotten Ruins

Holy Red Rotten Ruins

A Poem by Poe Redd
"

exactly that.

"
Here inside our citadel of
bones, we tear down every
wall. Strip away the brittle skin
from the inside. Grim we may
be to rest in the eye of such
a delicate skull, our work
summons the sky into our
holy red rotten ruins, bathing
death in such a light that sees
us only as ants inside
a bird.

© 2012 Poe Redd


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Ants inside a bird... odd, I like it, as always!:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Cool poem, it was an interesting use of imagery, buuuuuut I LIKED IT SO WOOT WOOT! ^-^

Posted 9 Years Ago


Great description in the poem. Artwork allowed poem to have life. I like the use of language. Gave strength and purpose to the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
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Added on October 6, 2012
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Tags: holy, red, rotten, ruins, church, dead, bird, sky, light, dark, bones, corpse, blah

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Poe Redd
Poe Redd

Ontario, Canada



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