Sean Godley

Rookie (17/11/1981 / Cavan, Republic of Ireland)

A Fathom - Poem by Sean Godley

upon the cogs of wind and rye
a crucifixion yet to burn
the white unpampered flesh will cry
hampered by the roaming still

but the gale of flour winds
with a ripple bruising flesh
among long freedom in the fields
there the fathom from the end

the blaze of lost blasphemer burns
fire foul comes crossing into sin
cursing in her urban ire
the spittle curdles through the urn

breathing thirst the wind might choke
the black smoke of the sinners flesh
its screams are muting tears that numb
the bible fire and callous crowd

compounding brace and beaten skies
the deadwood bound to trace the lives
of calloused hands and gritty nails
and muscle grown to labour long

the workers watch and after loan
the wisdom that besots our Joan
a fathom from infinity
as flames leech at her limbs and nerves

truth withers and the lie lives on
at the fire and lapping lake
the children laugh and drown their eyes
a fathom from infinity

the mind foresees the present blind
in a wail of broken wells
quivering so close to sweat
the world perceived and since beheld

a fathom from infinity
at last the light has left the waves
and sure the shore recedes with west
its thought and drooping smile of lust

the soil is cool and beckons ill
from the mist and burns of sun
the wind will have its reckoning
when the silent reeds are still

a fathom from infinity
the trinity for facet lied
to friends of which you were so fond
for there they breathe and eat at dirt

and smile at how you feel the weak
that comes to eat your burden bones
with weariness of nothing known
than walls of flesh and trapping breath

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006

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