BY DR. AGONSON
How bravely th’knights ride out for war
upon the field of blood soaked grass
where earth drinks up that red downpour
until the horses, as they pass,
their hooves imprint, bleeding the ground—
or so it seems—man’s life as mud
under the mounted host. They sound
the trump, “Away into the flood!”
They charge in desp’rate strait the pigs,
this mockery of man, manmade;
as like to the tall oak are twigs
uncountable. Virtue they paid
to outnumber, and out produce,
Godly created man. So now,
with grunting squeals, the virpigs[1] loose
their hoards, through which the knights then plow.
How quick to die, and quick surround
the battle lusty cavaliers:
those pigs discard their spent in mounds
without mourning, nor shedding tears,
and once removed, themselves then throw
upon the wearied warriors.
Unto the dead, black hungry crows
descend, loathsome, Death’s couriers.
All peck and tear at those bleeding,
writhing, soulless corpses piled.
No other bounty’s war-feeding
will ever match this most revil’d,
this Revelation’s feast foretold.
The murder’s caws contest the din
of battle ‘tween the new and old:
between the men rising from sin,
and those which are from test-tubes grown.
Within the virpigs’ army’s midst
the last human now stands alone,
no horse, nor friends. Only his fists
are left to him, and these he swings
into the mad unending fray.
The ultimate of noble kings
so perishes, man’s final day.
[1]
Pronounced “werepig.” The “were” of werewolf comes from the Latin vir.
The only ending possible for a parable on today’s world. “Man’s final day”
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Epic poem. The imprint of the horses’ hooves in blood soaked mud leaves quite the image in my mind. Bravo.
PR
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Thank you. The spellbinding image just sort of hit me, and I worked out the rest of the poem from there.
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earth drinks that red downpour, like this description of the earth will always bear witness to the actions of man
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Nice line: “this mockery of man, manmade;”
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The swinging fists are an unforgettable image impressed upon the last moment of the apocalypse. Nicely told.
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Thank you.
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First i got the feeling of the song of the light brigade, until i saw the image of those beasts they battled… there is a feeling of “man’s last stand”… love how it seems so classical yet fresh… great work.
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Thank you. I wished man could have had a more hopeful end.
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Oh, the earth drinking that red downpour, crushed into earth with horses hooves. Incredible, indelible description here.
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Thank you.
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A ballad! The perfect form for a tale like this. (K)
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Thank you.
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