2020 Poems


We priests
Of the dirt
Have gathered this bark

To bring
Fire and light
To your eternal dark

To set loose
This tongue
To remind the mind

That “you
Will have no
other Gods before me”

In dark
Robes these takers
Prepare what is not theirs

In justice
In gratiated
In kind in cantations

To evoke
Your fear
And provoke you into hiding

What spells
The Witchers
Cast to find you

Follow Your
Every move
Re-writing mind under blue lights

You lie
Waiting for enlightenment

You must
In these powers greater than you

Bring to
The light
A word that can still be heard

Not still
Born on
The lips of false prophets

For the
Ceremony has just commenced

Put down
Your flags
Draw up your masks tightly

No spell
Can stop
The cast of blood that
Will baptize our new souls

By Makar

Stephen Sutherlin is a designer, poet and musician. He writes poetry about life in the southwest and enjoys metrical lyricism.

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