Shocking Poetry by Phil Isherwood
Crack and shatter, frames shout and shift
Claim control of history’s vistas.
Eyes are mesmerised by interior terrors.
Words cascade. Corpses form weeping
Ceilings, dust clouds, particles shimmering.
Walls, once offering refuge for scrawling
Pains, shake their threats of tumbling
Retribution. Surfaces are scabs and fissures.
There! Awesome slabs of light stand majestic.
The ground writhes in delight, heaves
Beneath the dancing words until the silence of
Exhausted lovers prevails in the fading of the day.
A patient darkness slowly inters the strewn remnants.
In the clearing night sky, an audience of stars gathers.
They listen to the breathing, calm, slow, free.
Listen. A choir finding voice, the words of praise.