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Bastards

Lust, a stowaway

A candle hid in heart

A model’s lonely gaze

A crossbow’s deadly dart

 

A lioness roars

in silence of hot hunger

stalking innocent prey

 in flames with taste for game

 

A shame

 

As the Serengeti burns

As the Serengeti burns

As the Serengeti burns

 

And mothers hide their young

 

And the fathers

And the fathers

 

Well

 

They run

 

They run and chase their gaze

 

And die

 

The bastards die in harlots arms

 

As the Serengeti burns

 

And mothers hide their young

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25 thoughts on “Bastards

  1. fug dude….bastards they are for not caring enough for the mothers and childern and leaving them to the flames….enchanting way you put this together man….nice repetition…

  2. THIS…is pretty much how I felt earlier today. Bring the change…as you say (and made me smile when I thought no one could!) I hear your music here, Henry. Wicked smart rhyme and word play…as there always is…perhaps it the back drop of color and horns that teases me out of the corner of my eye…but I’m ready to start the hunt and get some payback!

    • henryclemmons says:

      A Tashtoo comment! Happy about the smile. Thanks for the comment. Get the payback, girl. Payback Girl, hmmmm, like the sound of that.

  3. Excellent. So I take it the fathers are making babies with the harlots, thus the title.

    These are my favorites:

    “Lust, a stowaway”

    “A lioness roars
    in silence of hot hunger
    stalking innocent prey
    in flames with taste for game”

    “And mothers hide their young
    And the fathers
    And the fathers
    Well”

    The repetition is very effective. I always enjoy your work, Henry.

  4. Hey Henry

    a very dynamic piece that really delivers
    Imagine action. a real revolver by the bouncing beasts
    and roaming beats and bleaching suns . . .

    Great craft Henry

    an excellent out loud read

    fresh and fiery

  5. I think that’s how it is – primal – lion like – on the prowl – leaving the young to the females, and when nature threatens, all that’s left is to run, run away and try to leave the fires behind you. Perhaps it’s in the DNA, but absence threatens the pride, and makes the fires more likely. Well considered and written.

  6. poemsofhateandhope says:

    maybe comparing the wildness of the Serengeti to our modern world….how the savagery of nature is present in every environment…..this poem was share and had bite for sure…and a real rhythm that I liked a lot

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