Excerpted from the Book of Wars: The Unicorns of AZ Inspire me Unicorns of Az, You who bide by no man’s crib Lift yourself up as a lion. Your swords, not for the plowshares Not for the harrowing, your cloven hooves Not for the heels, your Aran’s rib And the Unicorns come down And the land is soaked with blood And the dust made fat with fat Why did the phoenix birds migrate in streams of fathomless lust? How long before they bite the hand that feeds them? And feed on us? Those rainbow fingers, This fist of fate That dust made fat Inspire me Unicorns of Az There are levelheaded buildings in my eyes I cannot see the open plains where the lions feed And do not rise until they eat of the prey Until they drink of the blood of the slain I want to feel the heat of the imprint where they have lain You push the peoples together Together to the ends of the earth Break their bones Pierce them with your bloody crowns of thorn Stack them high, these living stones Damn the earth; dam the river’s birth Beware the Unicorns of Az their strength is great Would you shun your labor to believe them? They will level your barns scatter your seed On the open plains where the lions feed There is no divination They have no sense of wem There is no enchantment against them Empower me Unicorns of Az Your forehead spears cleave the river’s birth They clove your hooves, the fountainhead of war Your cleft foot upon my throat That torn parchment, this breaking note In tears I swore, in blood I wrote I tossed the sand across those words you sealed With your burning waxen kiss My wound. Your wound would not be healed The stamp of it nobody could miss Honor me, Unicorns of Az With your banded brows Dueling with wooden sticks, I dream of you, I dream for hours In downy meadows where the silk is sweet I saw your crooked ways unfold before your feet The branches yielding to your charge Your shadows never fell. Warriors who fight and die like pus Loyal to the blood, Bold was your stand How the power struck from horn to horn How the lightning flashed from your bright storm. A fight so fierce it was as if the sun bled. They have divided off the Universe so the evil will not spread No wings of light leap forth to bear us up Space and time have closed in circles all around With just one door to exit by The certain door of death A bitter cup The silver cords will break The golden bowls will shatter The pitchers at the fountainheads will crack. Lost... The fight There is no going back. There is no mortal bond that has power in that day And there is no discharge from this war Except the discharge of the pus Remember, sweet Unicorns, Remember us Lila Deborah Joy © The horn is concealed. This poem came like a dream.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 00:30:46 +0000
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