Archive for May 12th, 2012

12/05/2012

The Lies of Heroes

 

His jacket, buttoned tight and neat,

A face of honour, proud and true,

An air of quiet dignity:

A man for all that they might say.

 

He stands to face the hero’s sword.

He offers up his throat quite calm.

His death was written long before.

His life was made to take that thrust.

 

As Erskine Childers said “shoot true”.

He knew the world would judge him well –

Might even call this martyrdom.

He stares the man right in the eyes.

 

The monster’s death was not the end:

They severed his head, then spun their lies.

12/05/2012

The Minotaur’s Image

 

His blank façade was made for tales:

Where nothing lives the world exists

And meanings flood to fill the space.

Where monsters lurk we build our homes.

 

The venerated beast and man:

A test to all who leapt and prayed.

Then later he was hid away:

His appetites too close, too true.

 

And in that inhumed form was left

The residue of lust and death,

The tales of innocents sacrificed,

The tales of writers, tales of pride.

 

Our monstrous elements abide

However many times we’re slain.