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A Ride For The Dead

I’ve the dead with me
In the abattoir near the mountains
Where they dried their bones and flesh
For gold and silver of the Midianite;
Maybe someday, I’ll carry their memories
To the table where the state is ruined.
Perhaps today, I found them without footwear;
Running on the street to retreat to the tree
Where their names are tagged;
In the cold and winter, they felt all alone.
I’ve called the pen-riders to pick up my fight
When I have slept in the pot of soil.
Will they ride their pens on the potholed roads that linked us together?
When gold is smiling on their tables
Will they strike the wall with their pen-axes when they’re locked-up?
I’ve the dead with me everywhere I go
To break the story of the gods.

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Last few words: 
*pen-riders is refer to the poet's *Abattoir is where the innocent people in the country are killed.
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you could have left a definition of words like: abattoir, pen-ridders, etc in the space for author's notes. I like the last line of your poem (probably because I am a bit morbid and because it is a great saves the poem.)

*hugs, Cat

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I do believe you have told the tale as it is. I think that you must have spelled [pen-ridders] wrong, it should be spelled with one [d]. And you need an [ed] on the end of [lock] - up. Other than that, I understood the poem well. ~ Geezer.

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Thanks for your advice.

"Words are currency of ideas and have the power to change world. Ride your pen on the rough road."

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A goodly amount of poetic phrases hold this together,
a few misspellings but, heigh ho.
powerful piece!


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"Words are currency of ideas and have the power to change world. Ride your pen on the rough road."

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