Bended Backs of Broken Men

Far they stand on edges raw
their palms in supplication
Humbled mortals naked awe
of powers steel persuasion

Pointed blades and bloody stakes
do rack and leave their mark
Dry this thirst and hissing slake
whilst quaking in the dark

Bended backs of broken men
with eyes forced onto the skies
Whisper prayers without amens
while mouths form soundless cries

Roost they do with choices made and evils they have joined
And harken to the afterlife, their souls' purity purloined

Reviews

[Angi]

Blue, this flows so well. I can hear their cries and I can see their anguished faces. The title is what caught my eye. Really good. Angi~

[icelandicblue]

Thanks a lot Angi.

[Pete Langley]

Whatever this piece portrays is secondary in a way. To me it represents a stark symbolisation of zealots of any persuasion precipitating mayhem in the name of religion. I found it greatly imaginative and provoking. P.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much Pete, I was thinking along those lines myself.

[icelandicblue]

We waste our humanity in so many ways.

[Dr. Wood ?]

It all helps to get it out....This is quite brilliant though. I LOVE the Bended backs of Broken men the line alone speaks volumes.....Great piece

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Dr. Wood, the well is deep right now. You're a good friend.

[Dr. Wood ?]

we are all here to help each other..not only on the cafe...in the world....I have been to that dark place

[Jack...]

Wow, this is very cool my friend. Deep and dark and filled with anguish and pain. This piece resonates within me and I feel weak and helpless because of it. This is great.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Jack, I'm in a dark and anguished place right now. I think the poem wrote me.

[Jack...]

I understand Anne. Looking forward to the day your smile returns.