THE DEVIL ROSE Animation: Corinne Heath

Animation by Corinne Heath
You Tube Channel Here: http://www.youtube.com/user/corheath
Corinne Heath Website Here:
http://www.corinneheath.com/

Poetry by Eric Prendergast , Bio Here: http://drawingofghosts.com/page10.html
from the chapbook of poetry, INFRASTRUCTURE.

INFRASTRUCTURE is the first published chapbook of poetry by Eric Prendergast. The collection examines in intimate
narrative the skeletal abstracts--social, psychological, and
symbolic--that support the flesh of our reality. Together, the
poems argue that the ideas that underlie our world are as
solid and essential as the industries that give it function.

The imagery of the unseen third traveler and the stony landscape was drawn from the "What the Thunder Said" chapter of T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land.

Voice: Steve Braunginn


THE DEVIL ROSE
POEM BY ERIC PRENDERGAST

On the third day, the devil rose
to shoulder aside the monument in his name,
"In memoriam, death's death. Rest. Please rest."
He dusted off his robes, calm as sin
committed with the best of intentions,
and set off down the treadworn road
that had taken us from daybreak
to lead us toward twilight.
Looking his most average, almost
not there at all, he was all at once with us.
I cried out, "Brother, there is another beside you!
We know him from the family resemblance.
The Fallen in man's form has risen, he's here."
But you shook your head high, no, no,
it is a shadow, it is necessity,
it is the moment's stain we must leave over earth
to see ourselves grow gold in the neversetting sun
and without a flicker of your gaze from the burning horizon,
your soft green irises bleaching to blindness,
you smiled. And so I wept, in broken voice begging
the devil's forgiveness, pleading
the devil's pardon that we'd buried him alive,
hoping tears might dilute the thickness of his malice,
until the gloaming wrapped us all in heavy dark.
I could see neither him nor you nor road
nor the clumsy, trembling hands of a failed murderer
raised before his own dried and tired eyes.
There was only the agony of this stony place
sucking all warmth from me
through my bare and blistered feet.

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