Verse by Caleb Mannan

If you like Robert Service, Longfellow, Tolkien, Milton, Robinson Jeffers, Whitman, Poe, The Bible, Tennyson, Ray Bradbury, life, death, Untermeyer, Pound, Donne, joy, sorrow, Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, Robert Graves, children, beauty, Dante, Tom Waits, then set yourself down beside this fire.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

LXVIII. So Sang the Blood of the Fathers (Follows 'Poetic Fathers')

So sang the blood of the fathers,
as the jawbone it slipped from my hand,
And that jawbone of Balaam’s jackass
came to rest upon bloody red sand.
From blood and bone sprang a great dragon,
rearing his ugly death’s head,
Yet I saw that he was beautiful,
for I, his master, had nothing to dread.
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4 comments:

  1. AngelaMay 11, 2011 at 9:05 AM

    And it grows into a dragon, with thick skin, and a voice of fire. How fitting.

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  2. CalebMay 11, 2011 at 9:07 AM

    I am a thick skinned (thick headed) dragon, hear me roar!

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  3. HopeMay 11, 2011 at 11:19 AM

    this was lovely! great imagery
    thank you!

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  4. Sylvia NeyMay 18, 2011 at 12:13 PM

    Powerful!

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