Three Angry Songs: Mars' Song 1 and 2, and Song Birds by Teresita Blanco

4/4/2013

Mars’ Song

by Teresita Blanco

Forever fighting,

Always dying,

Periods of peace

Filled with expectations

Dreading Mars’ Song.

Villages, pillaged,

Faces flat, in the dirt,

Empty sockets,

Creeping blowflies

Filled with hesitation

For his song resumes.

Caught in the beat of his drums.

There are no more rests

To help us catch our dying breath.

Forever singing, always dancing.

Not even Venus’ song may stop him.

She lies prostrated, wasted,

Mars’ perfected vengeance.

Thanatos, he awaits,

Filled with agitation;

Thrilled, his wife beckons,

With promises of eternal peace.

Will Mars’ song end

In the land of yesterday? 

Mars’ Song 2

by Teresita Blanco

A Small man’s petty ambition

Resurrects Mars anew,

For 2000 years he laid dormant,

Known only to a few.

And behold, he lines up the sacrifices;

Shedding all, except his own blood.

With their lives he makes a flood

That swallows us whole.

He will carve his name

In our brains,

So we may never forget his shame!

Just watch him smile anew,

As he opens a new grave.

 

4/9/2013

Song Birds or Those Infernal Demons

by Teresita Blanco

Late at night,

While struggling to sleep,

Two sweet demons

Visited my window.

Their visages, unknown,

Their voices, a melody,

Alas, they wanted to get in!

All my prayers were for naught.

The harder I prayed,

The louder they sang.

So harmonic, so hypnotic,

I grew weaker…

Too tired to stay awake

Yet, unable to sleep.

I hear their songs anew.

My chest crushed,

My mouth hushed.

Myself, disintegrating,

A strange pressure

Over my chest.

Just as quickly

As these sensations came,

They quickly departed.

When finally my eyes widened. 

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