This villain Jack, to clutch a grudge,
Would ossify his hands,
Philosophize demands, then preach,
"We're authored by commands."
Obsession's grip can only budge
When everything it stole
Disintegrates to role of thing
That's powdered, bashed from whole.
Once Jack can't strangle story, then
A narrator might find
Environment defined by loss,
All reverence gone, confined.
The villain's guilt will wilt again,
Transmogrify to rage,
And principles won't cage that fit,
The cycle thrives with age.
Wow Jack, this one has so many possible meanings and is so lyrical and musical, great!
ReplyDeleteThe irony of the ego is that it needs an ending to survive but keeps holding on for dear life past any expiration dates. Nicely done poem, it actually reminds me of the one I posted this morning.
ReplyDeleteI like this villain Jack ;-)
ReplyDeleteI hear music - you are a master of the lyrical style. Keep 'em gritty!
ReplyDeleteThis Jack is like an onion, layer after revealing layer.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many levels you can enter and leave this. Engrossing.
ReplyDeletevicious write....esp the third stanza for me as well...brought to mind cycles of anger and well other things as well...really great intensity to this...
ReplyDeleteThe meter here works very well....great momentum.
ReplyDeleteThis was just fantastic.great rhythm tone and diction.awesome lines.such a fusion of irony and defiance works wonders.
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