Dromedaries Of Death Poem by John Sensele

Bonfires of death breach our breath
Robbing us of our prized present
Flagellating families, enfeebling faith
Interrogating intuition, intelligence, imagination in events we resent.

Dromedaries of death desecrate our domains
Slaying sanity, stealing our celebration
Lumbering us with cries as they stab us with callous knives
Smacking sanity, sapping synergy to evaporate equilibration.

Conundrums of death cull our core
Creating chaos, annoying our ability
Engendering ephemeral mis-energy, stealing our soul
Rousing rabble, witnessing weeping to immolate intelligibility.

Mysteries of death modify, mortify our moments
Breaking bonds, breaching boundaries, bruising brains
Sowing suspicion, setting up with celerity crucibles of crazy comments
Rendering us risible, routing roses to trounce our thought trains.

Valleys of death violate our vitality
Despite our proposed plans, our voice vans
Whatever we adopt in terms of mentality, utility or versatility
Unless we look up to God to bless and bind closer our crucified clans.