Here lies the doubly dead;
O, how the mighty are fallen!
Rootless,
branchless,
drowned for good measure,
Rasputin’s fellow,
a liturgy to terror.
Shaved from the Tree of Life
with bested blade,
your clutch at green
becomes a sickly parody,
a humorless and desperate joke.
Denial let you cling to life-support
while the summer sun poured down,
but here you lie,
destined to wear
the bottom of a boot.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Yea baby, this one rocks! I love (and am attempting more myself) historic, mythical, geographic or biographical references that, in one fell swoop, add another monstrous dimension of metaphoric exploration into something. Rah, rah, Rasputin!
*giggle* Trust you to make this into something to bring out the pom poms for such a creepy character!
Not the character as much as the context for the character. I’m always a believer in raw authenticity in art.
My son has been studying the Russian Revolution and we were talking about Rasputin – so as soon as I thought of the phrase ‘doubly dead’, up he popped, in all his glory! Authentically raw, indeed.
Beautiful! Keep ’em comin’.
I love the ending! 🙂
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks Wendy!
Doubly good!
Thanks Rosy!
Wow, this one’s a powerhouse, Melody–I forgot what else I was going to say, reading the exchange between you and Mr Rife…if it comes back to me, I’ll return (but I wouldn’t hold my breath)!
ha ha Trains pull out of stations a little early a lot around here, so I can relate!
I’m getting more distracted and delirious, the closer it gets to PBR World Finals–I’m a nervous wreck, added to by the fact that I have a 3-part post about “my boys” (Thurs thru Sat this week). I really don’t enjoy doing long prose posts–they aggravate my perfectionism, and they just get so long (due to my allergy to “concise”)–it will all be over on Sunday the 28th, and then I’ll be able to settle down and gear up for the holidays! There truly is no rest for us who have a “creative” ministry, eh?
Absolutely!