VISION

by Gary Jurechka   Dec 19, 2005


Under a pale glass moon
the bones of Christ
drown in a gasoline river,

a dog hung upon a cross
casts crimson shadows
while the pure levitate above
this soft slaughter of hope.

Staring at me with
the bloodshot eyes of God,
the dying dog whispers
in a faint final breath,

'The resistance of resignation is futile,
there is no salvation in lost dreams,
the cognizance of faith an enigma,
in these lives of slow, silent desperation.'

And in the heavy darkness
I feel my own wet eyes
burst into black flames.

Nov.-Dec. 1998/December 19, 2005

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  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Amazing, you always leave me speechless. Imagery is so powerful, and this piece is so beautifully dark and emotional.
    5/5, I liked every line!

  • 17 years ago

    by Bryan

    You have a way with your words, tis another great poem gary, the imagery is excellent, i give it a perfect 5/5!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    You never stop amazing me. You are so talented in your writing. Excellent job!

  • 18 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    "while the pure levitate above
    this soft slaughter of hope."

    you've managed to portray this so beautifully. tragic and beautiful way to write!

    good luck and peace
    shobhana

    i'd like to thank you very much for your comments and insights.

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