Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
A Second Sting - Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
to smell the roses
upon stem thorns
bleeding blood bleeding life
life sustaining streams dripping
sap risen barbs sharpen
hungering foliage continuance
the scent of sweet roses
is but an alluring amorous bait.
colourless purchased puritans
also have genetically
attained a deadened smell
in morgue slab meat
mannequin laid out funeral parlours
fat rolled choice cigars
baked overdone luscious juicy joints
rise a redeemed Lazaus
to dropp dead a second time.
are Victorian gowns
neck tight collars
sudden yellow tongued
bee buzzing sermons
curtained days death knelled
behold new prone lay figure
subjugated judgments silently abound.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
John 12: 1-2. “Accordingly Jesus, six days before the Passover, arrived at Bethnay, where Lazarus was whom Jesus had risen up from the dead. Therefore they spread an evening meal for him there, and Martha was ministering, but Lazarus was one of those reclining at the table.”
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