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The Last Artist Smiled, and Excalibur Returned

Poetry By: jmurch
Poetry


If you are a fan of the Excalibur series...This is poem is for you. This is not as new as Excalibur 1, and it truthfully is the introduction of another character which has made appearances in my work. This would include a story that I have been working on mostly in my brain for quite some years.


Submitted:May 31, 2012    Reads: 33    Comments: 11    Likes: 3   


He is back

In the flesh

And this time the bones do not laugh . . .

NO MORE TIME FOR DANCING!

NO MORE TIME FOR TIME!

Because these eyes burn oily reality

Searching these hot days

For the Bleeder

And the screamer

From a canvas that just does not play the fool

And in the distance he sees a tower

Of the skull king

With his poster board dragon sleigh

Surrounding himself with laughing savage dealers of death

And drug kingpins;

THE GREASE MONKEYS DRESSED FOR SUCCESS…

BLOODY DRESSED, FRIENDS, FOR 1973

For years the paints have beat black

The brushes have beat blue

No one throws paint at grandeur

The masterpieces of days gone by

God's gifts...Her pureness is scarlet

... And from the lake of paper lined breathed Excalibur

It shimmers in blackened blood

It shimmers from BLOODY Crimson

This is blood that speaks words which he cannot speak

Because no bones will laugh

At the sky

At the moon

Or at the Rose

Like they did at the last artist

And his Merry Band of Outcasts;

The last Artist Smiled,

AND EXCALIBUR RETURNED...





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