Flashing rays
Thunderous sound
Fire encases melting heat
Shrapnel ignominiously
Blossom
Dance through innocent flesh
That crawls out of one’s skin
The roar of the explosion
Dries every tear
Screams pollute, deafening ears
Live audience
In an unprecedented
Death Opera
The sound of fury
Orchestrated by an unseen martyr
Believed to be
Next of kin
Of the Devil
Foe of God
Very Powerful. What I like about this poem, amongst a number of other aspects, is the compression. So much, in so few lines, means the poem enfolds itself into itself. Because there are so many omitted details, the mind provides its own, and that allows time and space to fold itself upon itself. The effect, in my opinion, is to create a sort of implosion rather than the usual outward motion that one would expect.
extreemly powerfull words, put together in a poem! this is lovely and very enjoyable to read! thanks for sharing
Terror foe of God having no religion.Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great wite against terror., , , , ,