Viscous 11-11

[azure]

Viscous

 
 
The world was sickening, when
duty called for giant men
knowing blood was thinner than slaughter
 
to ensure its thickening, by
evaporating into sky,
or dissolving into water.
 
It's harder to remember
in viscous times.

Ah, reminiscent of my own ramblings that take a lexicon to decode... I did enjoy this poem, but for the sake of my own poetic development, I'll have to agree with the above posters in that this makes no sense. While the format of this poem is quite compelling, most readers will have no clue what you are trying to do here. It feels as though you where trying to make this piece into something it wasn't by confusing the reader with vague imagery and a play at form. Maybe you just cleverly worded and expressed random images and mental noise into a poem? I don't know, and I assume you don't as well. Defog the mirror.

Azure