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.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on October 6, 2012
Last Updated on October 6, 2012
Tags: holy, red, rotten, ruins, church, dead, bird, sky, light, dark, bones, corpse, blah


Poe Redd
Poe Redd

Ontario, Canada

I'm back!! Will update all this nonsense soon. Much new writing to arrive shortly. Not a place for children. more..

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