David Zvekic

Rookie (It was many and many a year ago / In a kingdom by the sea)

Gleaming Dead Eyes - Poem by David Zvekic

Eating, rotting, wretched and despised,
Taken slowly from arms.
All cherished things gone.
Why not take clothes,
To strip flesh clean, from chalk white bone.

Last train leaves town;
Now's to late - They've already forgotten.
Bright flames - The moth attracts.
Candle drip drops wax
On to hard wood floor.
We've been here before.

Gleaming red.
Dead
Dog guards, empty junkyard dog
Barks at nothing with needles in eyes.

Sleeping gently, Kindness loves to lead.
Follow us to oblivion. Sloping ever upwards - Lick.
Flame consumes lost souls; Chains bind ignorance.
Victim gently doomed to lead a happy life.

Wretched and despised,
Are those who fail to follow.

Gleaming red
Eyes, But happy
To finally to be dead.
Dreaming dead and content.


Comments about Gleaming Dead Eyes by David Zvekic

  • (11/9/2005 4:57:00 PM)

    I especially liked the irony of the line 'Victim gently doomed to lead a happy life.'.
    Thanks for your explanation below, it helps the translation (am I seeing a theme of self/political damnation in your poems?) -chuck
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  • (6/15/2005 7:15:00 AM)

    David, I like this. I read a critique you wrote on a Laura Cummings poem where you said, 'if you remove the music from a poem, you are left with nothing but prose'. That's been my point all along. Contemporary poetry, certainly what one reads on the websites, is all prose; anecdotal and rambling. I call it 'email poetry' because it reads like an email someone has dashed off. So I think we agree on what true poetry is. I'm a fan of the Modernists: Eliot, Pound, Stevens, Hart Crane, MacLeish, etc. The only contemporary poet I regularly read is James Merrill. Its nice to have a natural ally on the site. Keep writing and fighting for good poetry! (Report)Reply

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  • (6/14/2005 3:08:00 PM)

    In greed we race to touch our dead masters. We joyfully destroy ourselves, lose our souls, destroy the earth and gleefully hate one another, all the while attributing every positive human virtue to those who blind us, bind us and lead us to oblivion. Many of us are dead already, we just dont know it. Our dead eyes gleam red with greed. (PS: these are lyrics to a song I wrote) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 13, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 12, 2010


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