“Seeds of the Heroes” (© KPKeelan)


The sun sets as it rises

and each sunset

is a little death.


Patrolling the thin film of twilight,

Death haunts the living.

Razor scythe in hand, he imitates the invisible wind.

Smiling, he stands tall-

severing the fruit from the roots,

hacking away


at this year’s famine-crop of young heroes.

He tramples their flowers.

He crushes their stems.

He grinds down their seeds with the heel of his black boot,

into the inhospitable clay-

there to mingle

with the bleached bones of their ancestors

until, angel-like

by the grace and mercy of the Earth

there comes against all odds

a spontaneous germination,


and a new crop of disposable heroes takes root.


 (9- 1- 79)



About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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One Response to “Seeds of the Heroes” (© KPKeelan)

  1. Stacy Fisher says:

    excellent–from a fan.


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