Sunday, January 8, 2012

Hymn of the Magi c.2012

Here at the drizzle-dripping drainpipe of time
Born was the babe that prophecies foretold.
Missiles had flown at the hour of his birth
And money along untraceable Swiss-banking chains.

Swaddled in the sewers of larvae and lice
His was the need of miracles of lore.

Rather he would starve in uncaring heat
Or riddled with malarial fevers would lie
On unattended beds with concert of flies.

Throned atop heaps of rubbish they’d still
Hurl at us sermons of sour-rotten phlegm
That’ll churn our livers in pain.

Thrown up in circles of such stinking shame
How shall our winds bear unforeseen spring?

Fixed into lightnings of en-clouded wombs
I gaze beyond curtains of unbecoming mists
And pray for the tumult of that crowning force
Whose refrain is Fire and the Rain.


Laura Maria said...

A gripping piece with strong words and imagery.
Thanks for the heads up on my mistake!

Mary said...

Abin, so much imagery in this poem. Favorite stanza:

Swaddled in the sewers of larvae and lice
His was the need of miracles of lore.

So much to think about in your words.

booguloo said...

Time to wake up the world. Great write.

Ostensible Truth said...

oh I like! lots of imagery in this - and intense!! strong word choices - powerful descriptions - great flow! nice work!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Here at the drizzle-dripping drainpipe of time" is one of the best lines ever! Loved this glimpse of a harsh reality. Well done.

Susie Clevenger said...

Vivid in its imagery...the drizzle-dripping drainpipe of time...a call for the world to open its eyes...marvelous piece

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Strong and well written.

Anna :o]

Scarlet said...

Whew...intense writing..I like it specially the last lines ~

Kay L. Davies said...

I agree with Sherry: "the drizzle-dripping drainpipe of time" is fabulous imagery. It is terrible, sometimes, the world in which we live.