Inspired from The Completed Works of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson
Hell hath told no tale as poised – debated – shot –
Hell hath told no tale as poised – debated – shot –
as the House and his affiliates
They were Fire to our fertile lands –
We ran – Frigid and fleet
to one with Milk and Honey, a Hallowed name –
“Secrets” is a daily word
buried under the magic Prison Capital
We blush for requisition be –
Senate’s Balls of Gold fall – Bastards
of Act or Accident, we have become Pregnable
A Phoebe – born in filth – clad in stolen wealth
the Death of our Country Be
I LOVE this post, Lulu! I generally enjoy your poems where you stylistically imitate Emily Dickinson because I think you do it so well.
ReplyDeleteWith this one, I think you hit the nail on the head issues-wise. The degree to which it's all compacted makes the language very striking.
With the NSA/Snowden stuff happening recently, I think "“Secrets” is a daily word/buried under the magic Prison Capital" hit me the hardest. If you wanted, you could start a whole other counterpart to this poem just going off of that.
Keep writing!