Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Monday, June 8, 2020

Hail! Assassin

Hail! Assassin in your golden robe,
you are farewell incarnate, cold as a stone tablet.
Your masters dole out a new Fahrenheit, warming nothing
while whispering to the Ferryman that there are no coins, only handshakes.

You are farewell incarnate, cold as a stone tablet,
a corporeal machinery producing fine dust
while whispering to the Ferryman that there are no coins, only handshakes.
You palm medicine from your keepers to those already dead.

A corporeal machinery producing fine dust
is your rubber stamp of onionskin love, a doublespeak of no return.
You palm medicine from your keepers to those already dead
as your masters cry, "Hail! Assassin, in your golden robe!"
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A pantoum for Skylover's word list.


4 comments:

  1. Pantoums are tricky, because they can often sound dull or forced in the repetition but here you ace it, making each flex of the lines snap and crackle like a Tesla coil. I especially like the final stanza (! and that turnaround last line)--I think the whole poem builds to that, and that's part of the delight of this form. AFA the subject matter--you nail it with bells on. Another exceptional piece, Shay.

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  2. The repeating lines do pack a powerful punch to bring this message through. An utterly amazing pantoum Shay!

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  3. What a fantastic pantoum (my fave form)....I especially love "there are no coins, only handshakes" for the Ferryman.

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  4. I love your stylish pantoum, Shay. thanks for using words from my June list.
    I am okay, but went back to work on June 8, so it has been tough on my free time. Apologies for the late response.

    Your masters dole out a new Fahrenheit, warming nothing
    while whispering to the Ferryman that there are no coins...

    So true of these incredible days of 2020!

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