The Sword Of Lucretia - A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

The Sword Of Lucretia – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

Eventually…

The Lost Horizon’s DownSide Be Righted UpWards,
From The Howling GraveYards Of Rusting Ships And DriftWood,
A Solitude Amongst Rats To Be In The Short End For Hustlers,
No Acquiescence To Complete A Swim To Rapture’s Perturbation,
Only Phantom’d Approach From The Angle Of Decay,
As Survivors Excavate From Memory To Scavenge And ReScavenge,
From The Belly Of A Common Wealth…

Under Sand… To UnderStand…


And… To Cross Their Hearts,
Hopeing For The Die To Roll Face-Up On Tales,
As Coins Be As Dice… The Minutes To The Hours Be Flattened,
Laid Easy To Bury… By Last Rites Of Passage Spoken,
Where Cupping To The Heart Be Not A Matter Of Simple Chance,
No…

To Silence The Mouth,
The Fadeing Of The Killing Blow,
Softened By The Naked Breast…

Yes…

That Naked Truth,
See How It Engorges UpOn A Life To Bleed,
As It Feeds To The Broken To Patch Over Chasms,
Rowing The EyeLid To Stutter,
For Milk To Sculpt A Bite…

Saliva And Tears Switching To Drip,
To Eat AWay At Sight…
..
And Absorb InTo AbSoluteion,
All Taste To Haste Not The UnBridled Spine…

From Future…

And Fury.

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