Black cloak, black soul
His faceless eyes shine from
Eyes of fire and hate
Made of every demon
And every nightmare of man
To my soul he speaks thus:
I am the evil of man
The bombs echo his words behind
I am the greed of man
The oil fires blaze behind him
I am the lust of man
The poppy seeds sprout behind from the ashes.
What is this foreign devil?
I ask so confused and innocent
What am I of man
That I be evil
And lay at the foot of your accusation?
To my soul he speaks thus:
I am the evil of man
The bombs echo his words behind
I am the greed of man
The oil fires blaze behind him
I am the lust of man
The poppy seeds sprout from the ashes.
Black robe, black heart
My faceless eyes burn
Cold with thoughtlessness
Made of everything I fear
And all I have to lose
I speak to my mirror thus:
I am the evil of man
The punches echo my words behind
I am the greed of man
The pains of my friend blaze behind
I am the lust of man
The needle hole bleeds from my arm.
I lay myself at the foot of your mercy…
Nice poem- like the repetition of the second stanza and the change at the end. Could almost be a song? Also really like the inversion of the first verse- great use of patterning and different perspectives.
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