After The Fall Of The Gods
© Surazeus
2019 01 22
"What meaning is there to this wretched life
that could motivate me to soldier on
against strain of debilitating pain
that cripples my aggression to succeed?"
Trembling stiff from excruciating pain,
young sergeant of the army lies alone
in dim shadowy room of empty home,
staring at glow of sunlight on the wall.
"Before I joined the army after high school,
I wanted to study art and architecture
of Germany after second world war,
abstract nihilism of their bleak despair."
Strange angles of glowing light stretch sharp horror
cutting through formless shadows of desire
to illustrate nothingness of flesh hearts
that beat quickly for the taste of soft warmth.
"Jagged essence of idealistic forms
portray their dislocated sense of being
fractured by contraction of arrogance
when they were absorbed by the godless empire."
Groaning as he leans over on his side,
the young soldier, wounded in desert war
by buried bomb blasting his jeep to shreds,
tenderly grips glass of water to drink.
"Fragmented by horrors of two world wars,
German artists embraced absurdity
of haughty arrogance to erase details
of excessive decoration for straightness."
His green eyes watch through thin transparent glass
birds fluttering wings in trees billowing wide
in empty sky where airplanes fly on wings
found flapping after the fall of the gods.
© Surazeus
2019 01 22
"What meaning is there to this wretched life
that could motivate me to soldier on
against strain of debilitating pain
that cripples my aggression to succeed?"
Trembling stiff from excruciating pain,
young sergeant of the army lies alone
in dim shadowy room of empty home,
staring at glow of sunlight on the wall.
"Before I joined the army after high school,
I wanted to study art and architecture
of Germany after second world war,
abstract nihilism of their bleak despair."
Strange angles of glowing light stretch sharp horror
cutting through formless shadows of desire
to illustrate nothingness of flesh hearts
that beat quickly for the taste of soft warmth.
"Jagged essence of idealistic forms
portray their dislocated sense of being
fractured by contraction of arrogance
when they were absorbed by the godless empire."
Groaning as he leans over on his side,
the young soldier, wounded in desert war
by buried bomb blasting his jeep to shreds,
tenderly grips glass of water to drink.
"Fragmented by horrors of two world wars,
German artists embraced absurdity
of haughty arrogance to erase details
of excessive decoration for straightness."
His green eyes watch through thin transparent glass
birds fluttering wings in trees billowing wide
in empty sky where airplanes fly on wings
found flapping after the fall of the gods.
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