Crosses Worn Like Daggers
Date: Thursday, 1st May 2008 @ 09:26:43 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: doug
____~***~_____
'Round the church yard tombs
sat the coiled serpents
smoking cigarettes...and giggling all the while
cold angel statues weeping in the distant mist
watching whilst the serpents crawl
with wings of burning fire
Their little catholic mini-skirts
hardly hide the pentagrams
tattooed like a black scar 'pon the milky thighs...
numbers of the beast..are born upon the right hand
crosses worn like daggers
when the crucible is nigh
their hellish throes of laughter
do not thrive or echo here
but soak instead into the deadened
silence of the tombs
and when the moons creeping through
the dying trees you'll find them here
waiting for their lord again
for He is coming soon
smoke a cigarette and giggle
He is coming soon
burning wings of fire
O' ...He is coming soon
crosses worn like daggers
underneath a bloody moon
smoke your cigarettes 'n' giggle
He is coming soon
This poem is Copyright © doug
|
|
Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT.
If you wish to use any poem
for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from
the sites feedback form, or go to the
AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission.
If you Email Mick for permission on
any poem that is not his personal works,
he will endeavor to contact the author on your
behalf.
This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com
https://www.your-poetry.com/
The URL for this poem is:
https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=142036
|