Black Moths with torn wings like tracery like curtains rotting away - Death waits eager and hungry destroy and kill kill and destroy why am I so sick? - I watch her die I cry - night and day year by year as rot eats away at me my grave waits - not so patiently - but eager I sigh - tired - she is tired too Tattered wings flake away age comes and goes then comes again is this a trick? - Sick Immortality? Shadows linger long and twisted like a hot afternoon that rejects evening waiting - waiting - always waiting Death lingers with a twisted metallic grin where is the peace? - where is my health I don't know, she says and so, too tired to go on old beyond comprehension we lie down to die - forgetting - we can't die
This is brilliant. You boss this genre. The images you conjure up are rich and vigorous. We can sense the way the voice in the poem is trapped in a between place. I esp like the top four lines, and 'age comes and goes then comes again'. The sense of weariness and despair is arch. The best line for me though is 'like a hot afternoon that rejects evening.' It's just shows how everything is all screwed up. As does the notion of 'sick immortality.' Normally immortality is thought to be a positive thing, but if there is sickness it becomes the very opposite. The last line is a great one also. The idea that even the release of death is not to be had is strong because mostly most people don't want death.
This is brilliant. You boss this genre. The images you conjure up are rich and vigorous. We can sense the way the voice in the poem is trapped in a between place. I esp like the top four lines, and 'age comes and goes then comes again'. The sense of weariness and despair is arch. The best line for me though is 'like a hot afternoon that rejects evening.' It's just shows how everything is all screwed up. As does the notion of 'sick immortality.' Normally immortality is thought to be a positive thing, but if there is sickness it becomes the very opposite. The last line is a great one also. The idea that even the release of death is not to be had is strong because mostly most people don't want death.
A brilliant pem. Drk and seductive. The pull to death i overwhelming despite the terror one would feeling. Like a drug a person surrenders. Impressive poem.
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