3. THE VOICE OF DEMIGODS Poem by Milko Valent

3. THE VOICE OF DEMIGODS



music is the voice of the demigods.
every night they each drink a fresh egg
through the narrow trumpet.
yolks drip through madness
in the corner of some club without a doorman.
during that time the gods are silent.
they are private virtues,
intimate underwear for two.
the gods are silent and dream loud
bar dawns as the hell of the holy trinity:
heaven, purgatory and debauched holiness.
and I love music, the naked lacework of flesh and jazz,
the lace that the heart didn't forget to weave.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 15 March 2019

Well conceived and nicely penned with conviction. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing Milko.

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