salt of gerasene

shake us
from this cellar
exceedingly fierce
we are legion
too many to count
too mighty to pass
we are the rubble
caught looking back
cast us not over
bread nor shoulder
but rather
the backs of swine
so that we may drown
this unrelenting sorrow
and finally know peace

Rene ~ Febrauary 2011

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40 thoughts on “salt of gerasene

  1. I love "Cast us not over shoulders". Reminded me of a superstition my grandfather had. If he spilt salt by accident, he would throw some over his shoulder. I had completely forgotten about it until I read your poem!

  2. Dear NT Rockefellers: This is awesome; an excellent poem of the nature of evil. Unless someone forgot and let the demon pigs out my tail is running from that legion! Jesus being right there to "what is thy bidding my Master?" from Darth Vader Star Wars! Scary stuff!

  3. A poem that, for whatever reason, keeps making me think of, of all things, Dante's Inferno. Strange. Dark voice, very dark – and I can see souls behind it, many and legion, crying out from hell or some dark place of the soul. Passionate and quite creative. And the picture…is that…a salt shaker?

  4. Dear ReneIts interesting the way you have have used the words 'looking back' in conjunction with 'cast us' and the end was perfect too..ॐ नमः शिवायOm Namah Shivaya @VerseEveryDay

  5. WOWW!! And the grains spoke with fervor!! Excellent personification here, Rene… I could almost imagine the salt crystals leaping at me and making faces!!! Enjoyed this mag a lot!!

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