29 September 2014

Magpie Tales 239: Meditations Before the Slaughter

Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka, via Tess at Magpie Tales

He belches softly, there in the wood
cider chewy-sweet on the tongue
heavy boots oppress a nation of leaves
with yet a smile to be home

Time overseas burnishes the edges
he thinks, of memories and soil
but the mind heart and belly
never forgot, truly forgot their nest

Winter stirs, bares its teeth in the wind
bringing the chuffing of the hogs
reminding the soldier of the butcher's calling:
In this work, Death begets living, not more dying


  1. Replies
    1. Thank you. It has potential to expand into a longer poem, or perhaps a book.

  2. you are such a talent...your words pulled me into the atmosphere of this story.

    stacy lynn mar

  3. an interesting poem..that made me stop to consider the deeper meaning..

  4. Atmospheric and satisfying...especially like "nation of leaves"...


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...