War
of Words (Contemporary V Abstract)
John
Murtagh
To
lovers of words, feelings, and freedom of expression
By
death-time pronounced for word takers - sent shrill
came 10,000 moonics - flew down from the hill
An
anointed collective - en-mass - darkly formed
passioned earth crust collated - for souls yet un-mourned
Stern
archers awaited and strengthened loose backs-
raised neck hair of cavalry snapped back to its cracks
And
all was a valley - surreal and unchanged –
where certainty vanished - captured madness in frames
Staggered
breath - shredded shivers through misted vent came
a sent wind chose dead-screamed our widows by name
And
all was a valley – surreal and unchanged –
as mashed hoards of manics- merged unhinged with deranged
Commenced
to attack - set an eagle - our gaze –
mighty wizards from dim world - spelt hell fire with praise
Twisted
eyes of the foe rained about us to drain –
their sprit of hate lust – that quenched from our pain
When
morning awoke every last word was said
every syllable broached - every last letter dead
And
all was a valley – surreal and in flames –
as two worlds of words - both convictions lay slain
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John
Murtagh lives in London and writes poetry.
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John Murtagh