“WordWulf, your work reminds me of shards,
those things you find in the kiln,
beautiful fragments when the whole thing has blown.”
And the Stone Man Said
Serve me up dirty
filthy and ill-used
I am the cartoon
at the end of dawn
A mother’s prayer
quick lips of sorrow
kissed
echo of the new night
God help us
we are slain
by moments of anger
it hurts finally
hurts no more
Echoes of woe
cry the new city
built upon pastures
flowers of doom
Don’t cry me down
ye awful lament
scarlet promises
sea of new blood
Following empty
you are what lies next
stone heart
eye of moon
Fingernail traces
eyelashes
weeping
a lone figure
intolerant shadow
Maybe she’s wicked
lips apart magick
Her tongue of flame
passion divides
Old soldiers
and new lovers
pretendering peace
a fortune of skin
We are the pale
standing outside you
a misting of star-shine
penumbra undone
Don’t you dare wake me
with mute invitation
Where dragons have flown
my heart is gone
Our cloak becomes
a withering wall
Beneath the veil
a hermit resides
She is cooking fish
to feed her man slave
a bit of wine
to hurry him down
He places an ear
on the pit of her navel
A child passes through
the face of a dime
It ain’t Hitler
It’s Ike
Hurry on singers
watchers impatient
They only came to hear
the end of your song
and so it is father
whose breast is without us
whose heart is within us
whose belt is upon us
and mother stirs the soup
chicken noodle it is
no chicken
no noodle
soup nonetheless
A caravan gathers
round an open-mouthed child
He points to their camels
strange alien hump
An hour of madness
must I possess
a vision of angels
heart of the beast
Last night I saw you
bare assed naked
Bombs made your cities
and titties dissolve
Who were you then
with your crack in the sky
Who are you now
laying spread before me
There are brave new voices
islands of silence
where cave people dwell
residue of shame
I want a new blanket
to cover my faces
to shield me from the
I want the wind in my home
Old man bite your tongue
Your gun lies dead in your hand
Cover yourself
You are disgusting to the new children
A grave in the city
where geese go to graze
a feast of bones
and hollow moments
Pigeon shit in the sand
the mortar of giants
brave deeds spoken
crumbling walls
Visions of paper
pitiful wisdom
the shaman in flames
who laughs the fool
Bruised sky of my face
bitter sweet of mine heart
Divide the peace of me
make arrows and napalm
And the Stone Man Said was published in the anthology
Storm Cycle by Kind of a Hurricane Press in 2015
http://wordwulf.com
Inquiries: [email protected]
© 2018 artwork, music & words
conceived by & property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2018 ©
those things you find in the kiln,
beautiful fragments when the whole thing has blown.”
And the Stone Man Said
Serve me up dirty
filthy and ill-used
I am the cartoon
at the end of dawn
A mother’s prayer
quick lips of sorrow
kissed
echo of the new night
God help us
we are slain
by moments of anger
it hurts finally
hurts no more
Echoes of woe
cry the new city
built upon pastures
flowers of doom
Don’t cry me down
ye awful lament
scarlet promises
sea of new blood
Following empty
you are what lies next
stone heart
eye of moon
Fingernail traces
eyelashes
weeping
a lone figure
intolerant shadow
Maybe she’s wicked
lips apart magick
Her tongue of flame
passion divides
Old soldiers
and new lovers
pretendering peace
a fortune of skin
We are the pale
standing outside you
a misting of star-shine
penumbra undone
Don’t you dare wake me
with mute invitation
Where dragons have flown
my heart is gone
Our cloak becomes
a withering wall
Beneath the veil
a hermit resides
She is cooking fish
to feed her man slave
a bit of wine
to hurry him down
He places an ear
on the pit of her navel
A child passes through
the face of a dime
It ain’t Hitler
It’s Ike
Hurry on singers
watchers impatient
They only came to hear
the end of your song
and so it is father
whose breast is without us
whose heart is within us
whose belt is upon us
and mother stirs the soup
chicken noodle it is
no chicken
no noodle
soup nonetheless
A caravan gathers
round an open-mouthed child
He points to their camels
strange alien hump
An hour of madness
must I possess
a vision of angels
heart of the beast
Last night I saw you
bare assed naked
Bombs made your cities
and titties dissolve
Who were you then
with your crack in the sky
Who are you now
laying spread before me
There are brave new voices
islands of silence
where cave people dwell
residue of shame
I want a new blanket
to cover my faces
to shield me from the
I want the wind in my home
Old man bite your tongue
Your gun lies dead in your hand
Cover yourself
You are disgusting to the new children
A grave in the city
where geese go to graze
a feast of bones
and hollow moments
Pigeon shit in the sand
the mortar of giants
brave deeds spoken
crumbling walls
Visions of paper
pitiful wisdom
the shaman in flames
who laughs the fool
Bruised sky of my face
bitter sweet of mine heart
Divide the peace of me
make arrows and napalm
And the Stone Man Said was published in the anthology
Storm Cycle by Kind of a Hurricane Press in 2015
http://wordwulf.com
Inquiries: [email protected]
© 2018 artwork, music & words
conceived by & property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2018 ©
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