On the riverfront down at church point
There’s music rising up from the river
Where the gathered congregants
Drink shitty beer and talk of Marx
Or who is going to do what
With all their big plans soaring
Towards an uncaring god
Who has turned deaf ears
To their plight though they doubt
That god ever existed and if he did
Man killed him with his own indifference
Now praying to moments that never end
Here and here and here forever more again
The breath that is real the touch unscripted
Damn the consequences of tomorrow
Or what came before past is prologue no more
As we are resurrected in each second
Prophets of hedonism rejecting restraint
Running free until freedom runs out
Snatched away by Death empty handed
Of souls who never feared him
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Great writing!
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Your work really touches the heart ✌😅😅
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Thank you Aparna!
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Very evocative.
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Thank you a reflection on a place I knew when I was younger.
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My pleasure.
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For me it is a sad poem about loss of culture which is replaced with nothing. Is it irreversible loss?
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That’s an interesting take on it. I’d actually intended it to be more upbeat about living free so that when we die, death doesn’t get a victory because the life was well lived.
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There is some defiance in it indeed, which reminds me of Dante’s portrayal of one of Greek’s heroes in inferno, who shaking his fist against God proclaims never to yield. There is a price to be paid for this defiance and it is the loss of identity leading to rather mediocre existence.
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