STICKS AND STONES

-by Raymond Roldan

Oct. 5, 2012

Through the travesty

of words be twice interred
in the blaze of lightning
by those of judging ones
we see the scarlet sea,
once so blue and serene
altered into a chasm of
a name destroyed.

Has the cloth been lost

in the deepest pit,
as the demon discovers
its angelic form
the ruin a fortress
of kingdoms past,
rebuilding the chaos
of heavens lost?

The trumpets sound

their eerie salute
as the throng recant
a gospel of lies
and deceit and murder
to the ones who lived
dying again and again
to words of shame
and delight.