. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The voice of the Mytakiia

Monday, September 30, 2024

The voice of the Mytakiia

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( A lone voice whispers)



Are you good in spirit 

Kind and filled with compassion 


Or do you want to join the horde

And beg for an epiphany from our lord


For I've seen

The newly indentured 

Stand


Crying 

Like forever


In this endless rain

On this unhallowed sand

In this no man's land


When they realise their holy dreams have died

In pain


In reflective wet

Puddles


Seen hearts once made out of stone 

Torn out of cold sides


And laid

By the wayside


As lost souls

Daily

Struggled


As the Watchers

Beyond the Great Shadows


In their hundreds

Smiled and chuckled


At the newly condemned

As they suffered


Seen Antediluvian Kings

Of once great renown 

Fall and kneel


And curse the black sky

Using every known verb to implore how they feel


Watched cities

Of the wailing

In their numbered caves


Plead for forgiveness 

Like the 72 

Imprisoned by King Solomon's seal


All this I've seen

And so much more


But amongst these mists


A new seat

In one of our caves

Always awaits 


Its number for the

Newbie


On that door

Is always eight


Covered in a million old etched in names


It could carry your name

Like mine


Into oblivion


But if you still feel the compulsion


To do what's right 

To walk the good walk


Who knows


We The Mytakiia


The followers of the slow path to salvation 


Might never see you 

On any given night


In these grey land

Of wailing and pain


To stand like 

Those lost 


Like us 


Before the centuries of pleading our case


The wailing multitude 

We call the Profane


Who stand still crying into the endless rain


Asking for forgiveness 

From a higher power


Of no name


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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