Post-weekend Poetry 113: Before the Sacrifice by Phillip A Ellis

PhillipWelcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirteenth poem in this series. This week’s piece sees the return of Phillip Ellis.

Before the Sacrifice

Satellites, aflame, have fallen
as a star calling, with light torn away,
as cattle alighting a trail
towards the endless ocean,
lowing with fear in their breath
at that which draws nigh,
that senseless shedding of blood
that bewilders,
a glacier that momentarily eclipses
the fire that dwelt,
was felt in their lives.
O fellow pyres,
you are alive still
in mine own fennel heart and words,
forevermore caught in flesh and air,
the fire.

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Post-weekend Poetry 094: Kenneth Rexroth Has a Posse by Phillip Ellis

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the ninety-third poem in this series. This week’s piece is by freelance critic, poet and scholar Phillip A Ellis.

Kenneth Rexroth Has a Posse

Kenneth Rexroth has a posse:

no decent, law-breaking hoodlum is safe

from a drive-by dramatic monologue

or assault-and-poetry in the alleyways.

Look out, cool cats, he’s striking a pose

of ineffable worldweariness and ennui

while scratching a sestina with a match

on the bonnet of a cop-car. How droll!

And, with a much-practiced sneer,

as the good sergeant steps up with night-stick,

he stoops to conquer with a well-aimed blow

from a lethal-looking villanelle or rispetto.

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I asked Phillip what prompted this piece and he said…

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