As It Is

Each morning of existence
two armies stand assembled
for an outcome that’s decided
before the horns are blown.

A battle fought on sacred ground
favours those with virtue,
our man always has the sunlight
behind him in a showdown.

The names of those warriors
are as lengthy as a sentence;
unfamiliar constructions
await the axe and tumble.

There’s no chance that their quarrel
could be settled round a table
for lessons must be pointed
as a javelin impaling.

Does nothing shock or shatter
your transcendental shell?
The gods wag their fingers
but the sky stands still.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: England

Favorite Poets: John Cooper Clarke , Fleur Adcock , Carol Anne Duffy , Derek Mahon

Comments

Lavender

1 month ago

As It Is

Hello, Ray,

So good to see your writing. In these dark days, I remind myself that the Universe will never lose control - good has, albeit in its own time and bruised , always triumphed. I'm counting on that. Your last stanza speaks to me..,

Thank you,

Clentin

1 month ago

Good poem Ray, really liked…

Good poem Ray, really liked it especially the first Stanza

"Each morning of existence
two armies stand assembled
for an outcome that’s decided
before the horns are blown."

Clentin

1 month ago

Good poem Ray, really liked…

Good poem Ray, really liked it especially the first Stanza

"Each morning of existence
two armies stand assembled
for an outcome that’s decided
before the horns are blown."

Clentin

1 month ago

Good poem Ray, really liked…

Good poem Ray, really liked it especially the first Stanza

"Each morning of existence
two armies stand assembled
for an outcome that’s decided
before the horns are blown."

Ray Miller

1 month ago

As It Is

Thanks both. I wish I shared your optimism, Lavender, that good will eventually triumph. Or even knew what "good" is. I'd settle for kindness.