A fate already done
Believing in what is right
More then an even bargain
The Barman lines them up
Lighting them up
one at a time
All in a neat little row
The fire burns long
After the scars have healed
A heart of vengeance
A will of its own
Controlled with out oxygen
A transaction of the unscrupulous
On the edges of honesty
If honesty is silence
Revelation of defiance
Followed by I don't know
Because silence can be painful
It has a patience
That needs to be broken
A stoic mask of indifference
For silence means its already done
2 comments:
I love this poem, it speaks really loudly but also leaves a strange silence behind it. I love the way the lines:
Lighting them up
one at a time
All in a neat little row
enact the meaning of the words themselves, the lines lining up like a neat little row, yet at the same time demonstrating a sense of fracture, of distance, in the white spaces between them.
And the ending, it's very impacting.
Thank you for your comment.
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