| The Waxwing Years: "A Waxwing Slain."
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ersaph
| Waxwing has gone too far. Though I forgave him for his plagarism of my "Spines and Wines," his insults on my recent poetry have brought forth my oil-dark, deep loathing for him. Henceforth, the bonds of affection are broken. Let this be a statement of my newborn hatred of Waxwing. Let its child-voice scream to heaven of our rivalry.
| Waxwing! Your wings have melted | 1 |
under the sun | 2 |
Your father pushes forward, | 3 |
into sky, into horizon, and away | 4 |
From you. | 5 |
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O'er the rusted coils of mid-century Prague, Waxwing's Father bartered rare art works for | 6 |
some money | 7 |
some food. | 8 |
But never the love of his son, | 9 |
which he did not care to have. | 10 |
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You died to your father | 11 |
long before he would be put in the ground | 12 |
And now you are dead to me. | 13 |
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Women flocked to your father's soft hand, | 14 |
as though they were lambs nuzzling the | 15 |
food-pellets within his palm. | 16 |
But never did they nuzzle yours, Waxwing. | 17 |
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In the days preceding your father's death, | 18 |
You followed his upright hand as though | 19 |
it were the mast of a pirate ship | 20 |
blazing with the sunset. | 21 |
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Wings burning, wings melting, you pulled me into your charred embrace. | 22 |
Your work is a fetid kitchen of spoliage, growing only mildew. | 23 |
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They say the laughing hyena can steal the voices of man | 24 |
and so, you, with my "Spines and Wines," did ravage | 25 |
my sacred oevure. | 26 |
Puling thief with fleshly mask, return to me my face! | 27 |
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I sigh because you have stolen more than my voice, more than my face, | 29 |
and because you kept something far more precious in your hollow wicker chest. | 30 |
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The sun was in your heart, the sun burned your wings away | 31 |
I saw the shadow of a Waxwing slain, | 32 |
a mere smudge on the windowpane. | 33 |
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30 Jul 03 |
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This is a terrible and libellous poem. I will be returning your books shortly.
— Waxwing
Fuck you, and you know why.
— Moth
An articulate piece, despite it being borne of rivalry. The allusions are striking and significant, and if I were Waxwing, I'd feel very uneasy indeed.
— Egg
Gawd.
— ersaph
With you rating and making positive comments on your own poetry Moth, I wouldn't really worry about what Waxwing thinks of your poetry. As long as you think it's worth a ten, or that your poetry is "Good stuff," his opinion really shouldn't matter. Well done here Moth. I can sense the tension in this piece. ~Chris King 10/10
— FrChris
As long as you keep giving tens to his poems, what does it matter anyway?
— unknown
Somehow I doubt that eight people all gave this poem one's in twenty four hours and with no comment.
— unknown
Why is this deserving of a one? Very well-written, I think.
— Tomb
This is still so much better than most of what's in the Top 15 right now. Tragic mess, this site has become.
— Tomb
Let the poetry duel begin!
— unknown
hehe i really lie this. damn you feel so petulant n all, but this is cool. i must say that i love the headnote most though.
— wendz
This was all part of an elaborate ersaph hoax. Well done, I might add, but still part of a deception for fun.
— unknown
three quarters of everything Ersaph does on this site is very elaborate hoaxes.
the other quarter?
insulting people on the forum.
*laughs*
{Shelby}
— ShelbyS
True enough, Shelby, true enough...
— unknown
brilliant writing and so intense. thumbs up
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— Minx
like it
— unknown
An incredibly accurate description of rivalry and hatred. But, one question: are you sure all this about his father is true?
— FangzOfFire
Wow. If there is a real fight I want a video.
— dmu_96
l15-lamb, and l23, do you mean spoilage? I wouldn't know about that. Maybe a weird play on foliage?
— wendz
This is a great poem how could you not like it
— unknown
this whole "fight" thing cracks me up. however, i thoroughly enjoyed this, and i could really feel it. i give it a ten. it's a good peice of humble pie aswell, for waxwing. (10)
— stainedsteal
Madonnaesque.
Overdone, overblown, and over the top.
But I still like it.
Poetry Critical Theatre of the Absurd.
— unknown
Ah, Waxwing. When will he ever learn?
— ersaph
Ha! Ersaph, you rock my world! I know everyone is entitled to their opinions on what they like and don't like, but I really feel compelled to tell everyone that gives you nasty ratings to go screw themselves
— unknown
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