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De Profundis
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De Profundis |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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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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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
She bookmarks our victims pressed in leaves of peat like dried flowers of remembrance, =================================== 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 ... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
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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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
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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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
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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SilentFreija Junior Member
since 2003-03-30
Posts 37 |
That was a great poem! I liked the picture that went with it. =] |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
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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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
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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