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De Profundis

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RSWells
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Earth herself is not
a deadly sinner;

Her lust's a distant wallflower
only circling her hot passion.

No sloth in one of constant motion,
she does not envy hot, young/
cold, old neighbors,

no greed in just existing,
taking only what's offered,

No raging anger (quite yet)
just fistulous internalizing,
well earned wrinkled rifts
and the belching reflux
of a sullied menu.

She may have once, but
does not now know pride,

she, womb and tomb to
all enfant terribles.

And surprise!
She is no glutton.

Yet her iron core is carnivore,
the appetite of a wolf.

She is a reliquary for fallen shadows,
gravely grinding lusty murderers,

Her maw adjudicates with acid,
passing on assassins a fecal sentence.

She is a tome demanding
the forensics of our conscience,

She bookmarks our victims
pressed in leaves of peat
like dried flowers of remembrance,

Gentle beds of vegetable tissue
for nitecapped, hanging faces,
tanned hides on calcium hangers.

She stashes cold-case files in Alpine ponds,
Chinese deserts, Peruvian caves, Danish bogs,

Tender victims never reaching
the docket of the duodenum,
even through the churn
of nine score generations.

She will not digest the vegetarian
but push him around her plate eternally.

Ancient beyond panic, but not shock
she endures our clumsy probes

and chagrins when we ignore 3,000 yr. old
nooses and search stomach contents,
reach around the slashed and yawning throats
to determine the origin of a robe
or concern ourselves with the tools of
a man killed by an arrow in the back.

Earth's a stoic witness whose littered morgues
have patiently awaited honest inquests,

disappoints at glib dismissals of reason
that these were willing sacrifices,
appeasements to seasons, gods,

disheartens at our blind cult of killing
and the lazy trust that we improve.

Her patience is as endless as her chalk
which she will use to outline the corpus
which best defines our mark.

Peace for her will be in our leaving
free at last once shed this skin of sin.


[This message has been edited by RSWells (03-29-2003 01:00 AM).]

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1 posted 03-29-2003 07:45 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

She bookmarks our victims
pressed in leaves of peat
like dried flowers of remembrance,

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and that will be the coolest verse and image I will read today I am quite sure!!

Her patience is as endless as her chalk
which she will use to outline the corpus
which best defines our mark.

Peace for her will be in our leaving
free at last once shed this skin of sin.

================================


the depth and broadness of your muse, talent and intelligence never ceases to impress.
Very very clever and cool write poet sir.


"and when we get to the pearly gates ...
we'll find what we called our sins were just mistakes."

Tom Kimmel

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She will not digest the vegetarian
but push him around her plate eternally
*****************************************

Aha, so I still have a chance for eternal Peace? Thank you. Being a vegetarian, I naturally gravitated toward this particular line.
An amazing write, RS. I awoke with the beginnings of a migraine this AM, and found that strong coffee plus equally strong right-to-the-gut poetry helps chase the headache away.
So thank you, again.
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3 posted 03-29-2003 12:19 PM       View Profile for RSWells   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for RSWells

Thank you to you two supportive ladies.
Author's Note: De Profundis is Latin for out of the depths. There isn't a continent or culture that hasn't produced victims of our violent nature. I'm fascinated that so many have been preserved in such a variety of climates. Pictured is Tollund Man found in a peat bog in Denmark, the victim of strangulation. Dating from 2300 years ago he might well be the janitor from grade school or the kindly old neighbor in repose. The scene is repeated in the bogs of Northern Europe and the British Isles where 2 and 3 thousand year old bodies have been preserved by an earth that seems to obliterate all evidence of the aggressors yet spares from total decay these silent witnesses. Otzi "The Iceman" murdered on an alpine mountain 5,300 yrs. ago, the Takla Makan desert discoveries in China of murdered men women and children. The Incan "sacrifices" on Peruvian mountains, Inuit and Siberian mummys. I ask how and why. I fear the answer and our future leading from such a wide and long trail of cruelty. Who is ignorant? They who may have believed such evil was sacrifice or we who know it's not?

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Her patience is as endless as her chalk
which she will use to outline the corpus
which best defines our mark.

Peace for her will be in our leaving
free at last once shed this skin of sin.

a perfect ending

wow..a great read and written with such understanding

I am not one to criticise...I just looked up every word I didn't know *s
Thanks for broadening my horizon...
M
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That was a great poem! I liked the picture that went with it. =]
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This is an example of the brilliance we need in here. I'm still around. Wishing you were around to say hello to once in a while.

You could hurt me with your bare hands. You could hurt me using the sharp edge of what you say. JEWEL

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7 posted 08-21-2005 03:45 PM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

Felt like reading something rather profound this morning, and here you were.  I wonder what generations to come will consider our sacrifice?  I don't know how I missed this one, was a loss for sure.  Great piece.
 
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