Poem in style of TS Eliot (2010): Paul Andreas Fischer in Mrs. Ledoux’s poetry class

flags worn thin and bloodied
Burn under the brother with red eyes and corn rows
like the bush of moses
psychosis inducing love grows
a finishing plan
from  above
To protest the innocence of a guilty man
White devils dance to the trumpets of fallen angels
Squelched by the poverty,
Stifled by the ignorance,
 of Lackadaisical, self-pity swelling 
Until, poison creeps
Down the face in unspeakable agony.
where Bleeding tears pool,
wolves circle 
like a snarling chain


Sexually exploiting affability,

Socially exploiting temper,
Pressurized by the black viability
Of darker violations,
That cut like a shard of redemption.
Until, exploding with vice,
Melting like the Fukushima crisis


flags worn thin and bloodied
Burn under the brother with red eyes and corn rows
like the bush of moses
psychosis inducing love grows
a finishing plan
from  above
To protest the innocence of a guilty man
White devils dance to the trumpets of fallen angels
Squelched by the poverty,
Stifled by the ignorance,
 of Lackadaisical, self-pity swelling 
Until, poison creeps
Down the face in unspeakable agony.
where Bleeding tears pool,
wolves circle 
like a snarling chain


The steady warm chants
and the perverted priestly touch
Of Satan echo in the halls of the lord,
He is lost, and has no return.
All the kings Doctors and all the kings nurses
Won’t save him: devil-crossed.


flags worn thin and bloodied
Burn under the brother with red eyes and corn rows
like the bush of moses
psychosis inducing love grows
a finishing plan
from  above
To protest the innocence of a guilty man
White devils dance to the trumpets of fallen angels
Squelched by the poverty,
Stifled by the ignorance,
 of Lackadaisical, self-pity swelling 
Until, poison creeps
Down the face in unspeakable agony.
where Bleeding tears pool,
wolves circle 
like a snarling chain


The best potion, a mixture of loneliness and
Screaming in pain as dancing fools
And singing devils
Tear his very soul from its essence
In the twinkling firelight
Under blazing stars
Leaving those who behold
Circled with evil,
Disgusted and hopelessly broken,
Parched to the point of suffocation in the desert sun.

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