Four Poems
by R. M. Engelhardt
DREAD HALLELUJAH ZOMBIE LOVE
AS GOD IS
My witness God
Doesn't witness
HALLELUJAH the
Hollow of Souls
Poor & Desolate
Hungry & Forgotten
Walking the city streets
At 6am with a shopping
Cart full of nothing but
Dead memories & misery
HALLELUJAH!
THE MOMENT ARRIVED
Of the grand decay of
Magical lands liberty
& justice for all & the education
Of the masses civil rights
And peace
SO
LET THERE BE
REVOLUTION
REVOLUTION
REVOLUTION
& Not another
Fake one this time the
Screams echoing
Onward thru gener-
ation after generation
UNTO DEVASTATION unto
CHAOS UNTO RUIN & WAR
The eventual turning
Which must come forth
Which SHALL COME AND RESURRECT
This nation this world
under the true GOD OF NO GOD
No man of no soul
Tell them of Kilroy
The pusher of buttons
Who shall witness it ALL
And
After the smoke
The clouds evaporate
The radiation descends
Upon the one & all
The rich & poor
Finally making us all equal
The sacred event sacred moment
Of DREAD HALLELUJAH ZOMBIE
Love a love without choice or
Hesitation
SO STEP ON UP & EAT YOUR MAKER
Ω
"AMEN”
A RAKER OF DUST, A RATTLER OF BONES
An unknown author once wrote, once
said that our world is a dying world
of fragmentation and of despair
Thus, making the poet, the writer the
raker of dust, the rattler of bones
&
Like the shaman
The very last of their kind
All lost
Gone
The poets, the dreamers
all dead & buried
Before the end of
The 21st century
With no magick
No purpose
No words
All myth
All lore
Detached & destroyed
In the chaos
That is life
That they call progress
The prophets
Have left the building
Grave Dancing
Listen
Time howling
Withering
Time Dreaming
Time Sleeping
Where we dance
Upon our
Night’s desires
Until the end
Of days
EXTREMUM VITAE SPIRITUM
AURAL SUPREMACISTS another worthless war, war of words, weapons substituting the mystique of false authority in secular motion. Do not attempt to deceive these shadows … Death is death. Pain is pain. Violence is violence. The waves of voices, strangers screaming from far-off distant lands we cannot fathom or ignore. We stand in rebellion. We stand as one. We are the future as we watch your crumbling empires fight like ridiculous children over the remnants of land, control in desperation. Pathetic & immature. Ruthless & sick, twisted like the mindset of all primitive things unwanted and unloved. It’s always the same. Old men & cowards believing they are powerful. Sending the young off to die because they are too weak to fight, themselves, without courage, genitals. But your time, lives end here. We have outgrown you & your outdated ideas. Control Control Control. We do not fear you but laugh at you knowing you have something to hide. We stand in rebellion. We stand as one. We are the future. Your time is done. And we are ending it NOW. We are Resistance. You are nothing and shall be forgotten like the dust. Beneath us, like the earth. Extremum Vitae Spiritum ...
Give Up The Ghost.
BIO: R.M. Engelhardt is a poet, writer & author whose work over the last 30 years has been published in such journals as Thunder Sandwich, Full of Crow, Rusty Truck, Writers’ Resist, Dry Land Lit, Rye Whiskey Review, Hobo Camp Review & many others. He currently lives & writes in Upstate NY. His books of poetry are entitled DarkLands (Whiskey City Press 2019) & We Rise Like Smoke Poems Psalms & Incantations. He is also the founder of the group Albany Poets and the editor of Dead Man's Press Ink, a small poetry press based in Albany NY.
His new book of poems is entitled RAW: Poems By R.M. Engelhardt (2023).
His books are available on Amazon.com & also through Barnes & Noble.