A Place of Belief

[billy]

shit jack, you're on a roll.
after the 1st stanza i thought along the lines of the school that got shot up, then dismissed it out of hand but on reflection i think it's about all those places. every line opens the poem up a little more as they should. i thought you had just a couple of nits but really i'm being very picky. it's a very grounding and sombre piece of poetry yet it comes across as being lighter than it is. great write

thanks for the read.

Dolls pinned to trees
surround a patch of shallow graves,
a clearing in which the gone now stay. a perfect line of poetry, i like the play on words

Their button eyes and thread smiles
hide a well of invisible power,
keeping away those rebel spirits
who tamper with the dead.

I hold your hand and we,
two city effetes in powdered skin,
stand at the threshold of something primal.

I can almost hear a sentient wind is almost needed?
encircling this place, its voice a spastic blade:
"I'll tear your soul from your body this and the next line sort of screw with the good stuff you've already laid down
like chicken from bones".
The silent dolls do not reply, but keep their guard.

I raise your hand and kiss your mouth,
lightly pushing you against a tree.
All is darkness when the torch falls from my grip,
shutting off on impact. A cotton face sits beside yours. great finish.