Poem By Joan

Calamity hides under cover
lurking in corners ready
to rear its head.

It lies in neat lab reports
charting white blood cells
run wild.

What is this savage God
who pushes us down to comas?
Sneaking along icy roads

daylight ends while sea gulls
circle steel grey skies.
Brake belts wheeze and whine

snapping apart as we careen
against the long cold night.
What is this savage God

who lunges us into storms?
An official white envelope
stuffed with subpoenas

waits at the mailbox.
Memories of hot words
like razor blades slash

across our faces.
What is this savage God
who rips open the heart?

So we stand on the edge
breathing mean air
smelling fear.

Fires leaping out of rooms
where twisted wires
blaze from walls.
What is this savage God
who stabs us with flames?

The Savage God By Joan

Author: Joan McNerney
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Ray Of Thought

Other Poems By The Same Author:

The Eleventh Hour


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David Antia is the founder/CEO of 'Ray Of Thought' a collaborative platform intended to connect thinkers and writers around the world to shine their thoughts on contemporary issues and also create Impact. He is a Physicist and have studied particle physics(non credit course) at University of Geneva, Astronomy (non credit course ) at University of Arizona. He has also studied 'Understanding research method'(non credit) at London University SOAS and his currently doing his Bsc in physics at University of Uyo. He is a passionate writer who writes on personal development, business strategy, and on issues of public interest .



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