Porrick Brennan

Precious - Poem by Porrick Brennan

I had little time.
I heard the tales they tell
Pray, what they mean?
Never yet recall the line
For what they mean
I have no minds eye

Simple lies
what said is not so
say heart, say
what my flesh is about
complete cycle, twisted word
about which society turns

For kept is not sacred
no sacrifice held
whatever known is not now
who different said
they're probably dead
this world which in we keep

Turst is no issue
the discreet never concrete
tracks covered, revealed
kept silence, dissapeared
for what is held dear?

Four times said aloud
sticks and stones arrive
five times said in ear
fingers and ears disappear
six times left alone
spirit tested under stone
seven minutes into hell
humanity will wish you well

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011

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