Break Down The Bad Blood Poem by John Emory McKenna

Break Down The Bad Blood

Break down the bad blood!
Proud black, demon dark,
Hubris wrapped, dread bound,
Death grip, tyrant’s lie,
The winds howling and a fire raging
In the clap of the lightning’s thunder
Warping time to sound twisting,
Sky bearing, out loud in the hour
Of the silent space un-blessed
With the curse upon the hills,
Trees withering, the void crushed
Into the habitations of the sirens dancing
Upon the distant shores, eternity
Eternity an aberration of the prisoner
I am in the abyss in the barren room
Under the blood red moon.

Break down the bad blood!
Wounds of the generations,
Wastelands of no man’s lands,
Scream lost on the boundaries
Along the un-cherished edges
The clocks keep in the pandemonium,
The unavoidable in the hum
Of the graffiti written cities,
Walls of the abandoned buildings
Keeping time in the technological polis,
Clock loud nights, crowds of days,
In the quick of times
In the nick of times
In the tick of times
Monumentalized in the parks
Under the blood red moon.

Break down the bad blood!
Gazing out the window
At the world going by,
The pictures hanging on the walls
The dusts falling to the floors
A Steppenwolf knocking at the doors,
Light turned into the neon signs
Of a lightless age passing,
Like a train through a town,
Memory of elsewhere here,
Passions and pathos bearing
The direction only time can take,
Man sailing the homeless waters
Of the restless seas and the starlit
And quiet darkness there
Under the blood red moon!

Break down the bad blood!

John Emory McKenna