Warren Falcon

Freshman - 505 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Of Humans The Stains They Leave - Poem by Warren Falcon

Angels without knees
aprons spotless starched
as beards of saints
complain of humans
the stains they leave

between the fork
and spoon obscenely
one angel to another:

They call it love
what we are supposed
sublimely to sing of
but frankly all that
pushing and shoving
faces in agony the
cries and curses all
that pulling at flesh
bruised as the moon
this can't be love

We stand without legs
the better for it but
for these we must attend
bent over their plates
greedy to have at each
other again to marriage
beds one last time

And then the singing

an eternity

songs about dirt
about longing to return

how all hurts there
mean something
after all

Comments about Of Humans The Stains They Leave by Warren Falcon

  • Rookie - 2 Points Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh (11/22/2012 3:21:00 AM)

    Great Poem... I love it & Translated your poem in Persian language...! in Total, I translated your 40 poems!
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