Monday, December 5, 2016


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“Only the Charred Council--not angels or demons, could
hold the warring factions at bay.”--from the Darksiders,

When char replaces flesh
and bleaches bone black,
fire scars burn deep--

beyond reconstructive surgery,
beyond recognition,
beyond humanity,

where upon the bark,
protoplasm, pulp and sinew,
sentinel and soul,

are converted to
first bright and
then dark energy--


the creation.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub Q44


De Jackson said...

Glenn, as always is the case with your work, the sounds within are fantastic:
"protoplasm, pulp and sinew,
sentinel and soul"

I can feel this pulsing. I can smell the smoke.

brudberg said...

This is a wonderful poem, filled with darkness, but also a hope that's almost like a Phoenix... wonderful, and so nice to have you back again. said...

Okay.... so jet lagged here....but I had to read your poem first. It is, as always, amazing! The repetition of the word "beyond" sends it even further beyond. And the repetition of the s sound makes me hear the hissing of the fire. This is quite powerful.
So good to be back from our Australia, New Zealand and Singapore journey. Someone said "glad to have you back" so I take it you've been away as well. Hope all is well with you --- by these words, I'd say yes! said...

The pain in this permeates each word, carefully placed. I have to confess, of all your poetry, I love your quadrilles best. When you are forced to choose your words so deliberately to fit the grand scope of your thoughts into just 44 words the results are always astounding.

Frank Hubeny said...

I liked the sound of your poem in your recitation of it.

Paul John Dear said...

Powerful words and imagery.

Kim M. Russell said...

Glad to see you back, Glenn. I bet you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
This quadrille is really quite dark - it made me sit up and I had to read it again. I love the alliterative oxymoron, 'bleaches bone black' and the repetition of 'beyond', both of which seem to drive the poem. I also love the progression of sounds from labial plosives - 'protoplasm, pulp' to the hissing of 'sinew / sentinel and soul' - like spitting out the gristle or the spitting of fat in fire!

Grace said...

Good to read you again Glenn ~ For me, there is life pulsing and rising up again from the charred and scars ~ That's the new energy from what was ~

Anonymous said...

first bright and
then dark energy--
the writing.

Sreeja said...

it is so vivid...powerful...gave a feeling of something in make against all odds...

Petru J Viljoen said...

Strong stuff this.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such a powerfully penned quad!❤️ Good to see you again, Glenn

Ginny Brannan said...

Wow, how darkly descriptive your words that pull us in and draw us through this poem. While cremation itself is a designated burning after passing, this leaves a deeper, more morbid image, unplanned, absorbed by an inferno such as the most recent losses in CA, and even a few years back in Rhode Island, or even of those who serve who have found themselves in the harm's way of a bomb blast. Yes, this captures that true darkness, for sure.

Truedessa said...

Hey You, good to see you writing again. I can sense the smoke and smell the charred remains. There have been terrible fires in Tennessee and I wonder how much life was destroyed?

lynn__ said...

"When cremation obliterates the creation"...your well-chosen words speak the tragic defiance of ashes, Glenn.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A dark, uncompromising and wonderfull poem!