Grey Giants

Grey Giants

A Poem by Jacky Bones

The grey giants scrape the sky
When they stand up
Only for a limited time
A thousand eyes and each
one is ruff
Every shoulder bump
is another gun shot
Another fallen giant, another mass
Grave
Children clasp their hands
When their mothers tell them
to pray  though
They find it hard to keep their
eyes closed
When silhouettes are all that remain
   of these formal smiles
God grant serenity to the lost 
child
Lets let the tired Finally get
some sleep
We are the crazies those that
dream
Dream of hearing a heart beat
Not just the sound of distant feet
Nor the repeating screech of
the preachers preach
The racing day, that they try to
 Fill with more than they got
You can fill it up, but it
Just sounds like bills in the cup
Lust for the fucked
The Whiskey bloods
These streets map out
your veins
Life spits rust in your face
All the angels on the giants
Shoulders fall from grace
But wait, we gotta back
track, rewind, retake
Find our place
Another mother
prays or cries
as she watches 
her only child
fall into that
mass grave

© 2012 Jacky Bones


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Such power and sadness in this poem.
"God grant serenity to the lost
child"
Many statement are true in this poem. I saw mass graves in my time. I seen old people and woman/men crying for the hate of man. I believe one person can start a wave. The people of peace and kindness must stand as one. Or like in your words.
"You can fill it up, but it
Just sounds like bills in the cup
Lust for the fucked"
A amazing poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I sent this poem to myspace and facebook. Your words are like knifes in a open wound. Need attention.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such power and sadness in this poem.
"God grant serenity to the lost
child"
Many statement are true in this poem. I saw mass graves in my time. I seen old people and woman/men crying for the hate of man. I believe one person can start a wave. The people of peace and kindness must stand as one. Or like in your words.
"You can fill it up, but it
Just sounds like bills in the cup
Lust for the fucked"
A amazing poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on January 28, 2012
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