In ACM’s latest literary magazine edition a poem by Therese Eby appeared called ‘Tis but the Ecstasy of Death; Modern Literature and the Question of Belief.
I am not one who typically finds much enjoyment in poems. I have a couple of favorites but it takes a lot to impress me as far as poetry goes. Therese Eby’s poem I thoroughly enjoyed. Yes, it was dark, with a dose of the morbid and macabre in with some blistering observations about the human condition… but maybe that’s why I liked it. 🙂
Below are the opening lines, not quite formatted correctly. Follow this link to read the whole thing.
A Thing with Feathers needs its neck wrung.
Where Poet, Bard and Story Teller see
a Casualty, there is a faith and despair sung.
Evil and Christ are historic events,
and God is a character actor.