DEATH STAR

This is about darkness overpowering the weak in the survival of the fittest

You are the bull that beats down tyrant walls.

 

I am the cape of the matador that tears

through your perilous light.

 

I bleed into your soul with the powersthat are vested in me by the saintly hands of God.

 

Merriment dances inside your golden

eyes like a foaming river flows through

my ruptured veins.

 

Spring forth on your bold heels,

and snap your whipe, tamer of the lion,

and allow your visions to devour me

with your hypnotic voice.

 

For the vulture's hostage swings back and forth

while hanging in his clutches between his sharp claws

before it shreds its prey and swallows it up

into the death star.

Author's Note

What do you think of the imagery?

Reviews

[Kurt Rellians]

I liked it. Somehow it reads very well, even if I may be unsure of its meaning. The imagery is very effective. I did wonder where the death star comes in, when much of the imagery has concerned blood, prey and ripping flesh. Certainly a very savage poem!

[TL Boehm]

this is the second one I've read from you today that is gutteral, primal, visceral - yet rich in eloquence. Beautifully savage - like watching a lion at a kill. I am immersed in the words. Well penned.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I must saw I like it... damn very gripping and raw.... such harsh and bitter feelings being spewed but sometimes that is needed to get the point across. very fine writing.