The Mountain Underneath my Marred Fingernail
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Poem by: HonestyAndCapacity
The mountain underneath my marred fingernail,
the stars underneath my melted eyelids,
the universe underneath my crisp skin;
such a compact infinity I make.
Even razor-sharp contempt in auto-da-fé
impossible to eliminate the energy and matter
both words and body rightfully own,
for they are property of indestructible cosmos;
scorching-black body in holy piazza
may spit shrill weeps from gullet,
but those anguished letters will never
be lost in future nor present;
your propaganda yields bloodcurdling happiness
in those who leave gullible ears open,
but my beliefs will not expire in vain;
I hold faith in these statements as you do
in your false scripture and prayers, because
I am one with the firmaments, as they are of me.
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I must admit I had to look up the short version of the Spanish Inquisition when I read your poem, then I read the poem again. I was impressed by the way you put this together. Political and/or religious pressure to force beliefs like this is mind boggling! Much enjoyed....
Alice
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Thank you for the comment.
At first when I read this I didn't really understand it due to the fact that I had no idea what the Spanish inquisition was, and then I looked it up and it all made sense and I thought how smart this was for fitting in like that. It actually described it really well, and there was some really nice imagery.
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Glad you enjoyed it
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