God Wears Wrath
by Jason T. Kocher January 8th, 2008 - Creative » Poetry »
God wears wrath
and the devil can match
The product of two
and their sum removed
One
Clear Path
One must love
the hallowed brilliance of a cigarette
Cold and wet
Dead
and
yet…
Black and white
A touch of gray under each eye
No, never know what
And I know why
Willingly into fire
burn
Arise, rise
same self martyr
Her makeup would be mussed
if you must
His suit in tatters
if you think it matters
Hair
Torn, matted, blood-stained
Body
Bruised, battered,
and all other wounds considered
Having lived all his life
he had suffered some malady or another
That made it difficult
to perform this bother
She the same
yet through this came
Eyes
The darkest, piercing-grey coal burning
covered mine…knowledge turning
The physical
makes ill
Mind the eyes
spring wells of conquering will
Silence
Inspiration aspires
Perspiration may inspire
God wears wrath
and the devil can match
Products and sums
natural to move
One
Two
too
Clear Path
Conflict in compromise
and in the end
all there are
are eyes
In the end
our eyes