Under The Vineyard

Under The Vineyard

A Poem by DezChampion
"

A lethal, relentless delight.

"

I see you,

dubiously,

reluctantly,

shamefully, 

under the Vineyard.

Its textured, crisp thickets enveloping your

derelict and belligerent corpse.

Your neck is gaunt,

your voice wrung, swallowed by the crows,

their shrills biting at your doused countenance. 

Your hands are ploughed into roots,

your heart churns erupting wastrels of skin;

outside of your body, no longer of your will.

Semblance devastated into pools of corrosion,

filtered with raw, potent wine;

bleached and bitter fermentation squirming within the reeking tendrils of death.

 

The Vineyard eclipses the serenity of your graveyard,

desolate beyond your most vulnerable,

hapless,

joy.

© 2013 DezChampion


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Intriguing poem... you have me captivated. :)

Quill~

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DezChampion

7 Years Ago

Thank you very much
Quill~

7 Years Ago

You're most welcomed. :)

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Added on November 28, 2013
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Tags: death, vineyard, imagery, wine, drunk, joy, life, power, will

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DezChampion
DezChampion

San Juan, Puerto Rico



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