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Half-mast prayer

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We’re cut from simple cloth
We tatter quickly
Anger unfurls me like a blazoned flag
O grant me love enough
To curl in kindness
The flapping corners of this threadbare rag
To fold away this senseless
Shouting symbol
This raging brightness billowed by the blast
Too partisan, too crude
To be a beacon
Born of the storm, unworthy of the mast
Let me be worn instead
On shivering shoulders
Or drape me over sleep, that it be sound
If somewhere blood is shed
Then let my fabric
Be bandages with which the wounds are bound
We’re cut from simple cloth
We fray too quickly
The sky is hard to see for all the flags
So grant me love enough
To curl in kindness
The tattered corners of this threadbare rag.
I was looking at the role of anger in the Divina Commedia at the time that I wrote this. Thinking about Ira Buona, Ira Mala, and Dante's outbursts of anger at various points in his journey through Inferno in particular. Whether they were milestones or missteps in his learning. Anyway, I hadn't made up my mind at that point. 

I put it in spoken word because i guess it seemed a bit like a prayer, and those are said out loud sometimes.

What do you folks think? You know I pretty much eat feedback, so fire away!
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CharmQuark's avatar
I don't have anything constructive to say about this, but I wanted to stop by to say I really enjoyed it. It has a wonderful sort of harmony of structure and as someone whose spirit animal is the Incredible Hulk, it speaks to me.