Analysis of History
History has to live with what was here,
clutching and close to fumbling all we had,
it is so dull and gruesome how we die,
unlike writing, life never finishes.
Abel was finished; death is not remote,
a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic,
his cows crowding like skulls against high-voltage wire,
his baby crying all night like a new machine.
As in our Bibles, white-faced, predatory,
the beautiful, mist-drunken hunter's moon ascends,
a child could give it a face: two holes, two holes,
my eyes, my mouth, between them a skull's no-nose,
O there's a terrifying innocence in my face
drenched with the silver salvage of the mornfrost.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1001111111 10011100111 1111010111 0110110100 1011011101 01001010010 1110110111010 110101110101 10101011100 010011010101 01111011111 11110110111 110100100011 1101010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 624 |
Words | 107 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 499 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 107 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on May 02, 2023
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