12-13-2010, 01:33 AM
I agree with Billy about the last couplet. It gives away too much of the meaning behind this poem, and is basically a blunt instrument. The rest of the piece, though, is beyond fantastic. An elegantly crafted melancholy filled with a joyous mix of modern and classical imagery, such as the old man falling down the staircase and the celestial weaponry.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe