Repeated Walpurgis nights

David Thorpe Poem Kubili

Scars deep driven,
trenches in his memory,
panic recollections surge
on repeated Walpurgis nights
when the breaking of stone
resounds in his brain

Too weak the foundations
to bear the final brick,
buried under nepotism the living,
midst screams suffocated in dust,
his anger hammered into his conscious
like nails in a holy plank

Frantic with bare knuckle
he dug into the depths
of despair to bring to light
the bestiality of pockets
bulged with bribes of those
indifferent to the consequences

David Thorpe ©® 2018

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