Thursday, 29 March 2012


In red intensity of heat
Sweat pouring in great drops
Among the hiss of steam
I myself forged these nails,
Rough, rugged, brutal.

With my consummate skill
Toiling before the furnace
I formed this spearhead,
Sharp, jagged, brutal.

This iron will savour flesh
To liberate rare blood
And loose lustrant water.

The parabolic "Four Craftsmen"  poems are the best, I feel, that I ever have or will write.

1 comment:

  1. I have read and read and read your poetry. I enjoy it all. I have added myself as a follower. God bless you.


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