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A poem of sorts with a more natural vocal rhythm. It's not about the city, by the way. |
I am the hand that casts grains And the torch that burns silos The farmer, the harvest The deeper and the well Shallow, thirstier Weaker, stronger By varying degrees I am God's hand And the devil's hoof Stomping, snuffing Turning hearths to ash Ashen and shallow Weaker, lower Deeper, darker I am labyrinthine and the Minotaur. I am the arsonist Inflamer of passions Igniter of all crimsons Watcher, observer Culprit and burner, Alighting the coiled tapestries Of men and women and neither Or both Brighter, dimmer Then, invariably, ashen A decrescendo Or a fall A slippery slope Or a cliff. I am that which lays siege to castles The Roman that levies ruin As tax Heavier, lighter By varying mood I am he who casts angels And he who casts out angels Emissary Or God's left hand Kinder, crueler By varying description And condition I am he who yearns Endlessly burns The lament and the casket Eulogy and griever Louder, softer Stronger Living no longer But not quite dead. I am the unchanging waver The siren and the sailor The voice and the torture I am the sundered planks of shipwreck And the lives lost And never found I am the sing-song Louder, softer Weaker, stronger Crueler, kinder By varying tone or melody I am the alchemist Grinder, liar I am the pestle And the mortar And the grain in-between Ground down to Dust Dust, Dust, Dust Dust to turn jade to gold And young to old And all others towards ruin But I stand amongst kings And plead among beggars I am the trigger and the trap The lure and the beast And the lion, hooked The skinner and the knife And the pelted mess, loosed Bloodied but no less heartless. I am the fading And the appearing The appearances and the deceit The liar and the lie Crueler, kinder But a liar nonetheless But I am also his weakness And his strength. His last song before sleep And his crow to him by daylight. Or moonlight. I am the emptiness And the unfilled The bowl on the sun and the stars And on the man Plague and redemption Heaven and Hell. Or maybe I'm purpose Weaker, stronger Lesser, crueler A ruler, despotic Stronger than the last, though weaker she was A bastard successor reclaimed Free or shackled High or grounded Towering in locked palisades Commander or commandment Or commanded commander Murderer and victim, judge and jury alike And executioner Murderer But I too stand at the gates Read from the book of afflictions And cast them upon him Indiscriminate but fastidious Imprudent and frivolous Furious and indignant But complacent Arbiter, archivist And eraser of the histories. I am the loneliness and the companion The prison and the sun And the moon and the stars The sentry and the keys Skeleton keys Jailor and liberator Liar and soothsayer Lieutenant or traitor, But Master all the same. TROY. |