the gods i, the gods ii, the gods iii, the gods iv, the gods v, the gods vi, the gods vii, the gods viii, the gods ix, the gods x, the gods xi, the gods xii
the gods v by Donald Kuspit
words have lost their whimsy,
and all that is left is death,
and hints of gods
unbroken on the rack of time,
unchurned by the chaos
abiding in the inevitable.
their patience is the only power.
wisdom comes
with the loss of words,
seeing beyond their futility
to unbroken silence,
ignoring their broken promises
for the final innocence.
emptiness grows luminous
as eyes falter
flying with angels beyond the sky,
where nothing is left to be seen,
fate at last free
to drag me unresisting
to the gods in my grave.
Poetry
© 2005-2008 Per Contra: The International Journal of the Arts, Literature and Ideas
the gods v by Donald Kuspit
