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I am deafened by these hearings.
a thousand roosters amidst an orgy
the ****-fight;
encircled by those as feeble-minded as they
preaching, perching their tribes and the tropes
all screaming amidst their talons
pitted with one another
and pecking against the grain
crowing upon a roof-top
above a skylight
declaring morning to the very sunlight;
they demand to have me tarred and feathered
the shepherds declaring I, the black sheep.
and they, the first to witness the trinity
a modern icarus mistaken for the stars
by night
to lead them to the young crowned king
presenting themselves
amidst the other livestock
but I have been judged before my time
yes,
they have caste their sentences upon me
forcing their cement shoes upon me
mocking that I break the mold
in the stead of the first stoners cast upon me-
or skipped across a lake they could never walk themselves
but merely scratch the frozen surface
before it all falls out under them.
I stand before them, bearing witness
as they, a sqwaking jury
perching on the fence
mere meters from the hen house
where the egg shells I am made to tip-toe over are laid
and sat upon, to incubate infantine breed
and subsequent thought-
devoured by the masses
devoid of even their prior knowledge
of which came first
but it was I who yeilded such fruits before you
and bit heartily into the juices
and broke that skin,
renaming these animals before me
a funny farm of sorts, competing each for their last laugh
and I, the court jester
before the gossip gavel.
(you've got to be kidding.)
those cocks upon a perch painted themselves
directionless.
they are all talk,
and as such, could never hear me out-

the birds of a feather flock together
in fowl play.
(be this hardly my first degree.
I am learned of this and these.)
#2
The title makes no grammatical sense in English.

EDIT: Unless, of course, you mean some sort of "hearing" like a court hearing.
Last edited by Echoplex at Jul 31, 2010,
#5
Tissues,

This has some power to it. It read, to me, like the soliloquy in a Shakespeare play. The villain, or hero--someone wronged/oppressed/plotting to strike back--lists his grievances. The only thing I wonder... what is he grieving? What. Happened?

Best,

Jordan
#6
Quote by JordanZZ
Tissues,

This has some power to it. It read, to me, like the soliloquy in a Shakespeare play. The villain, or hero--someone wronged/oppressed/plotting to strike back--lists his grievances. The only thing I wonder... what is he grieving? What. Happened?

Best,

Jordan



thank you Jordan- the soliloquy has always interested to me and I find it intriguing that you see this poem as such.

to be quite honest, this poem is actually more of an open letter addressing the style and critics of this age; they are the "roosters" of our time, and as the rooster crows in the morning, I am trying to point out how futile this is and draw a parallel- the rooster doesn't need to remind us that its morning, it can be plainly seen because the sun is up. what I mean by this is that these critics and poets are merely restating that which everyone knows, they aren't saying anything new, they're all 'on the fence' and don't manage to say anything distinctive or interesting.

the hearings/judgement part of it draws the same parallel, saying "judge not, lest ye be judged' etc. I've never been a huge fan of critics (not people on here so much as out in the world, in magazines etc.) as I think its important for people to see that if we are all equal and on a level playing field, our opinions are our own and shouldn't be held above others, one man's trash is another man's treasure etc.

essentially I was trying to blend these two concepts together, making the hen-house a courtroom of sorts, all sitting in their rows laying their eggs when the chickens themselves have no idea which comes first, chicken or the egg etc., nthat they are ignorant of what they do and merely cluck at outsiders.