My HunterThe SimpletonThrough a Mirror DarklyNotesThe CityResolveNon-PoetryMental BlocksQuartu
The Epic of Heart and MindThe Insatiable HungerThe VanishingDrive-by Change of SelfOur Every-Hero
Just Some Stray, Scurrying ThoughtsDarknessCreativity's WhimsyDeath
All Writings and Images Copyright © Court Bennett 2010

Ask not why
For who can grasp
The chain scrape clanks and homicidal shrieks
Echoing up from the oily hearts of men?

Rail not
Against those unreasonable
For tender-green willows
Razor-shorn from the warm, sandstone cliffs
Know only
It is the manic mayhem of murder
Dark-eyed men cling to most gladly
Their barest, base natures
Would shout down Heaven’s trump!

At Hell’s edge
Some are already beyond
The outstretched pleading reach
Of the crystalline saviors hand

And what is more
With scathing, scaly venom
Would strike and devour
That salutary friend.
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