Slaughter by Tony Ashenden

And their vacant eyes; to me dull, relative brother-like, unto my blood. Lesser and labelled more the beast for being servant, yet I fear I fit my moulding them too perfectly. To moo  and peer moronically alive  cross thicket hedge, un-decides the place of puppet and the master, their voices turn the thicket’s harsh of…

No Emperor’s Head by Tony Ashenden

Who wore the hat of Roman kind                                                           led armies of the blind in Laos                                                   Vietnam and Cambodia?                                                                        Then who challenged the just                                                                anointed crown in Britannica                                                     Planted bomb to burn the people                                                left their blood in burnt ash sites                                                public places, shops, and schools                                                           messaging by video their sacrifice? Uniformed of working clothes black gowned…

Writ of Habeas – Corpus by Tony Ashenden

[A writ to a jailer to produce a prisoner in person and to state the reasons of detention] Soldier do your eyes have the lights that flashout of tanks in the face of the snubof a terrorist gun and in they shinewhen his message of soft lead eruptsfrom the lips of a shimmering barrel? Do…

The Ribbon of a Madman’s Weave by Tony Ashenden

Granite SliverArrowhead I see you spurnedby Pigmy Bowmanyet you suffice and scathethe greening mortar…Mind that delibly recordsattemptmy show and outward personality. This ribbon of a madman’s weaveis the tape of all my sayingsmallborder thin and compass handthe clutch and stayFingers….Placing granite slabs to facetheir palms of tungsten fleshtoward the shortened eye. Yet soonthe tongue of…

A Day in the Night of the Walking Sleeper by Tony Ashenden

Ah! The pain the wanting all over dilemma sober reach out sweet grape of confusion; a duchess spread out on her savage’s bed willing her blood red to the lips of her lackeying male, neither caring the speech or the stain of his whip. Taking the seventh of her seconding breaths at the weep of…

A Shepherd’s Tale by Tony Ashenden

Consider, discuss, decide as you must. A boy      of nine I was, given to play? Yes-               but impatient to grow. A minder of sheep and goat, not quite a shepherd, you understand. Arab Jewish Samaritans, lowborn we were     under Roman rule in the land of Moses. Tent dwellers; nomadic in the Way of the Sea…

Religious Ego by Tony Ashenden

Gritty shell Church within an egg I watch the moulder of your stone In envy Of the subtle grain that clings together Unperturbed Disdainful of my changing face. I even see Your smoke washed splints of mortar Laughing into faces. Stilton memories I achieved And could not Stop the wooden green from going rot. Words…