two messengers
from the book of revelation
the pair sat in lawn chairs
underneath two olive trees
fire spewing from their mouths
consuming any wickedness
strolling up the lane
earlier they had labored
in their pristine garage
sawing and hammering and
finishing two lampstands
to support reflective light
they exacted their prophesy
for forty-two months
flooding an interconnected world
with plagues and bloodware
meant to tame the beast
despite their divine intentions
the beast prevailed in war
emerging from the underworld
and leaving them lifeless
on a street in salem
the people drank and cheered
and burned lawn chairs
in the bottomless pit
dancing around the witnesses
for three and a half days
the earth began to tremble
and a cool wind filled their
bodies with new life
sweeping them off their feet
rising above a city crumbling
may two thousand thirteen
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This, my friend, is good work. The first stanza is just as close to perfection as one could hope – wonderful – really – K
Thanks so much, Kathleen. Your work is very inspiring to me.
John – thank you. It means a great deal for you to say. I am always moved by the scope and voice of your work. K
engaging narrative
thank you
Very much enjoyed your use of language here. Very sad and beautiful work! I’ve enjoyed reading you.
Lucy
I’m very appreciative of your comments, Lucy. Thanks so much for visiting here again.
Love the ominous title too.
when I read this post, my mind washed out, something was happening behind my head near the scruff with a wide opened eyes, then I am almost blinded. Thank you for wonderful post.
Thanks so much for visiting here again and leaving commenting on this poem. I’m so glad you enjoyed this poem.
Excellent story telling in your poetry…this is difficult to achieve. Thanks for visiting and following my blog.
Thanks for leaving a comment, Bev – I’m very happy having you visit my little poetry world.