Swagger

SWAGGER

 

 

He walked

God-directed in hell,

through valleys of vain,

returning with a cache

of meaningless words

laid end on end ad infinitum,

cauterized moments

between leathered

armfuls of nothing.

 

A cloudless sky

of never-ending blue, grayed,

turned east then black.

Night gave blind reason

to hugs of default –

hardened, swarthy,

despairing hands

grasping naked

their own shoulders.

 

 

 

 

3 comments

  1. Hi Craig

    Beautifully stark and powerful this image of a man walking in his sense of desolation. The imagery is so deftly defined like:

    cauterized moments

    between leathered

    armfuls of nothing.

    and that very impactful ending –

    hardened, swarthy,

    despairing hands

    grasping naked

    their own shoulders.

    This holds the reader’s attention with its sound and detail! Fine writing!

    Thank you,
    Wendy

    Like

  2. “hardened, swarthy,

    despairing hands

    grasping naked

    their own shoulders.”

    Craig,

    These words ache! They bind to the title in that they define it in the truest sense.
    A swagger is body armor…Sometimes there is a heart beneath the swagger…that’s
    the ones you look closer at and see past the shield.

    Then there are the powerful and the vain; when you look past the swagger, you realize
    there is no interior.

    What a talent you have! You wove this intricately, and the impact is intense.

    Sarah

    Like

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