Titan's Wake

A poem about loss, or perhaps purpose. Nihilism? Maybe it's about bananas.

Clip my wings 

The ellipsis of a titan’s wake,
Like my steps, echoing
Through the tombs of kings,
Perished in wars long forgotten,
For reasons unimportant,
Like dust over the ocean

Leave me to die here

All the pretty people
With the breath of Judas
Bathes me in deceit,
Ashes graze my epitaph
Like thoughts of suicide, 
The day the before the world ends

I can only live here

I imagine your waving hands.
your fading laughter
at those who joke obscenely.
Dressed nicely in carrion, 
altruistic future persons
who are corpses whenever
life feels the need.

I could have collapsed
under a titans wake
to understand what shackled civility.
Fortunes interrupt me
draped over my shoulder-bones,
withered like leather bindings
upon eldritch faces.

Author's Note

You may notice some repetition of words, some of that is intentional. Also, I've noticed that I like to use the word "carrion." It's in multiple poems.

Reviews

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I just loved your second stanza, such depth,
You write so very well. Like this alot!