Last Stand by Sy Roth


Do I couch this in nice-Nellyisms?
Play games with the words to hide the truths?
Or, speak from some depth of heart that questions
So, where shall I now go
When there is nowhere else to go?

Let’s first fire the engines and go nice, perhaps
Maybe they don’t mean it
Don’t understand it
What it means to lose whole families
Without a trace
To imagine them alive and well and loving
To feels arms wrapped about necks in joyful existence.

Perhaps they only know fear
The caricatures created for them to celebrate their own mysteries
At the feet of the boogeymen
In a cabal that threatens the world
Their world so safe in their gods and their own mysteries
That pillage and push notions of them driven into the sea
These highwaymen who hijack freedoms and seek
The cleansing that threatens their dreams.

So, it’s not going to be nice from here on out,
Not nice at all,
Because we have witnessed the nightmares that they have awakened,
Seen their upraised arms that give salute to ancient, vicious dreams
Remembrances of things past covered in a golden-thin veneer,
Ormolu vestiges of Viking conquerors
Caterwauling, Valkyrie avengers
Full-breasted icons of superiority
And conquering hordes that lay waste to all that stretches before them.

Conquering them with words that divide,
That chill remembrances of those who made lives,
Lived lives buried in their words
Anonymous beings drawn from the ashes to be reviled once again.

So, where shall I go
When there are no places left to go?
When all that I was has been laid waste and they have left
Only the others to raise the specter of their superiority–
The only place left is the deep, dark waters
Carried by Charon across the waters
Atoms lost in the mix of the other atoms
That still linger since the dawn of man.

Or be the Masada battlers
Or the Alamo defenders
And the one last stand.

©2019 Sy Roth


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Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.

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