Poem
Shrapnel Serenade
What do we destroy with our want?
Published in
1 min readSep 25, 2020
Your hand-grenaded love songs
are sonnets spun from need
eviscerating shrapnel
leaving trailing notes to bleed
Arrows bowed outrageous
confounding ledgers deeply lined
striking targets tangentially
directed from behind
Passively aggressive
lurching metre of 5/4
intersects manic depression
stretched sharp across the floor
Prostrate to an opus
scrabbled flatly with a quill
across frozen seas of whale cry
codaed destinies fulfilled
Star-lit pizzicato
plucks out our toneless tune
radioed past infinity
an ashen clair de lune
© Aspen Blue 2020
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