The Feast Of St. Elvis Poem by M.C. Bruce

M.C. Bruce

M.C. Bruce

Orange, California
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The Feast Of St. Elvis



(After a Drawing by Leigh White)


The rabble will resort to cliché
Muttering song titles as if they were
Holy writ; you know the ones I mean.
They no longer sing to me.

I will venerate you for the sacred
Fire with which you purified
A weary world, scorching
Television screens and teenagers

Boys and girls alike, visiting
Their dreams with a vision
Of damnation and salvation
With a beat they could dance to.

O, liberator angel,
Sign of the apocalypse,
The only one of the four horsemen
Slinging a guitar.

Monday, September 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Music
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A poem based on a mood drawing by Southern California artist (and poet) Leigh White
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M.C. Bruce

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Orange, California
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