Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Bronze Age


Step into the unreduced thorn
Adventure where madness eats each other
Recluse known by fables of consciousness
On the cliffs where funerals lark
Banks of the bloody fall river
Stars rule the centurion
Justification with eagle shields
Shame dies like a cowards imagination

Resolute mercy circles every sun
Night has gentle sermons
Peace is a quiet angel
Life needs only forgiveness
Light from the lanterns
Torches in the garden
A kiss the world always remembers
Caesar trembles

See the legions prance
Cold fields marked by great stones
Islands of wild cryptic languages
Hearths and kilns and olive trees
Tiled floors in colonnade marble
Till the indentured slave
Brogue of the conquered
The Bronze Age shreds its honor

Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

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