Mark Sauer Poems

You must not hurry love or genocide.
These great things ripen in their own season
And passion forced is lightning petrified;
Clio has her pace, immune to reason
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The column of their banished demigod
(From whence no eyes gaze down, nor upward to)
Floats unnoticed above a city trod
By orphaned ghosts drifting in aimless queue.
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Come, let us build a pyramid of skulls
Tall enough to touch the edge of heaven.
Brandishing Envy, sword that never dulls,
Let's butcher our betters back to Eden.
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Invisible chains are unbreakable.
Steel can rust, melt or break, but the shackle
Self-forged in the mind is unshakable
By any but he who enslaved his own soul.
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Tasting the Sea


I taste a teardrop in the sea
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He leapt arms wide over the precipice,
Emptying and forgetting as He fell,
Dissolving to a speck in the abyss,
Almost as far as Lucifer to hell,
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The Moon has a smell, only twelve have smelt;
Neil said wet ash; Buzz, gunpowder reek;
Schmitt, a spent bullet, but each of them felt
It was new, unearthly, strangely unique.
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If I had eternity
I could read every book
In all the libraries of the world;
Until the day should come
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Once, cactus beetles mashed into beeswax
Made crimson her lips, bragging "I am young,
And ripe". Now, her aspect is grays and blacks,
Her lipstick is ash that grates on her tongue.
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By special grace he dodged the friendly fire
Of glory, more pitiless than the foe,
And saved his cherished obscure years entire,
Of life and lovers who could never know.
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