I want to break out in verse more, but I fail really.
Well, you "failed" beautifully. If I'm being honest, I re-read those last two stanzas so many times because I was trying to figure out if there was something I could steal.
I don't tend to use all that much "sense-imagery" in my poetry as I tend to focus more on the "conceptual." In both this and your previous poem, I studied your use of "sensory adjectives and verbs" ... it's potent.
From your last poem:
I'm at odds, on this desolate cold shore
How shall I my Self sustain, this far away
Immense green sea lapping at my bare feet
White cold gales gnawing into a rotting heart.
By a faceless hand a brother's coat appears
Adorns a warm weight around my shoulders
Stalls a million quivering questions to recede
The salty suds returning fading into the blue.
From this poem:
Dividing scraps with greasy hands, red loot-soiled sand
BTW, nice use of alliteration throughout both poems. It adds a lot of power.
Quill
Wow, thank you for your attentive reading. I admire the conceptual aspects, the solid arguments that run through your poetry. Yours is always a fine example of the way poetry is rhetorical in so many ways, whether moving the reader by concepts, argument or by calling on the senses and emotions. I have to own up to the pawning of your idea of 'theatre' and politics, in my description here, I allude to that. So much of it is staged, isn't it? I appreciate deeply what you have written.