What a stupid thing, vengeance,
The sharp look,
The angered cry,
All of the blood everywhere
What a stupid thing, vengeance.
How it gives you such putrid fantasies,
How humanity turns to ash of itself,
What a stupid thing, vengeance.
What a stupid thing, vengeance,
And I wish I did not try
To grab even the invisible sword,
That a word remained a word, a deed a deed.
What a stupid thing, vengeance,
And the need that it inspired,
The need thirsting after the whole of nothing:
What a stupid thing, vengeance,
What a stupid thing, vengeance.
What a stupid thing, vengeance,
All the willingness to fight to dance,
All the chasing after quick shadows
And the self-mockery of thought,
What a stupid thing, vengeance.
To be caught and ask to be caught,
To feel the net and toss about in the net,
What a stupid thing, vengeance.
What a stupid thing, vengeance,
When you forget its wherefrom,
When the time has come
But the thought turns thoughtless:
What a stupid thing, vengeance.
And to be burned alive for this!
To be burned alive for sheer thoughtlessness!
What a stupid thing, vengeance!
What a stupid thing, vengeance!
Published by Richard Q
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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Your poem is quite strong! The profound manner in which it has been written is utterly captivating.
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Thank you, Kanchan. This means a lot. There is something about this poem that spreads out to the other poems and writings.
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