last tango in the lot of abandond truth. part 3

The prince on the hill at mornings wars contest
sketched the change of the age with elder eyes;
the death of the garden, the fallen fortress.
In battle mid-res great warriors die
Apollo hails Ares “ You’ve just killed Love”,
“I slit her wrists. To watch crimson to sepia dry”
at the feet I might kiss, to change just enough to
alter to the past. Adrianus sang Alexander -
one line remains. World makers and word shapers
wish scream for time. As the sun seeks to rise
the daughters of Zeus flee from a modern chorus
till night and posey reside. I sit and rest my eyes,
left alone till dark from the suns first light rays
so many minutes, hours and days.

Andy


Rubber duck deserts and tubs of blue sky
Discarded clay soldiers lie side by side.
As the electric Cadillac’s appear at last
she laughs at their injuries as they howl to the past.

Old as Bone

On a corner rests an old warrior
calloused paws hang to the ground
cropped hair not hiding many scars
In the night he sits as old as bone.

In convenient store light guarding time
he had a name, time old, another.
land unknown, time stole that
and bone and flesh and youth.

let's call him Adam or Abraham or.
couched in steel and crucifixion
his cape, the night knows him,
in these silent streets another echo.

A strength time and rip torn flesh
could not dampen or temper with
shrapnel. Speaking as the grave
with a voice that once knew joy. 

But forgot in the statistics of 
a ravaged land. in beacon breaks
and broken bones scream laughs
that echo in the night, his badge
his body and his cape,
whisper of another land.