Voici les temps des assassins

Death is a flamboyant raconteur, isn’t he?

With an arsenal of anecdotes, told with panache,

glorified in the telling, yet the parable is still

perhaps just a contaminated, transitory memory.

 

It must take considerable acumen to recount

such epic tales, parables of zeitgeist, with such élan.

The lacuna between reality and remembrance,

(which gapes before me as a chasm) camouflages chaos.

 

Within the shadows, the realm of the mystical,

time is temporary, imaginary, but

it waits for each man. In the interim: life,

and any manner of demise, a choice dessert.

 

His stories have a luminous sheen, from the polishing

of the dull allegory into a brilliant, radiant boast:

I have killed, and will kill again;

No glory to be had for you and I.

 

Death is a lying b*****d; always was.

Soulful or soulless -

at least Hedda Gabler tried to die beautifully.

Voici les temps des assassins.

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

would love to see you reference the lacuna differently..as the first definition since you are so elequently writing about writing...

"The lacuna between reality and remembrance (gapes before me as a chasm.)"
also.."perhaps just a contaminated(transitory?) memory."
you are so accomplished ..would you please do me a favor and rewrite this...you have a natural winner here... IMHO..

[Ben Taylor]

Intense vocabulary here. I enjoyed the first stanza the most--as the poem proceeds, it becomes more and more abstract. Great write, though. :)

[Kat Collins]

She gets what she wants, but what she wants is not anything that the normal usually admit, publicly at least, to be desirable. One of the significant things that such a character implies is the premise that there is a secret, sometimes unconscious, world of aims and methods — one might almost say a secret system of values — that is often much more important than the rational one. There is a need for freedom which is just a compensatory as her craving for power...the desire to shape a man's destiny. I have a suspicion that we all have a little bit of Hedda in us....

[Kenneth The Poet]

You sir, have a vocabulary and you know how to use it. You are the James Bond of vocabulary.

[Chris]

Hi Jeremy,

There is a lot to think of within this...

Chris

[Sweets]

Wonderful vocabulary :)
I wish I knew such words!!
This kinda reminds me of one of emily dickinson's poems "I can't stop death" or something like that..Great work!

[rose with love]

love your vocabulary, never fails. amazing!

[Branch Isole]

Nice piece, with as many tangent possiblities as Hedda's story itself.

[MS. BABy]

you are amazing...just amazing..............smh