Barbarous Captivity & Truth Seekers
The stone confines the angel’s shape;
It grips her hands with awful might;
It clutches at her supple nape
And hinders her attempts at flight.
It melds her tresses in a slab
And clumps her feathers in a whole.
Its chilling hardness seeks to grab
And pinion her striving soul.
But seeing this, the sculptor starts
To pound and chisel frantically,
Not stopping ‘til the angel parts
From barbarous captivity.
They near the sweet oblivion of sleep,
When, suddenly, aggressive bumps astound them.
Another wave? A monster from the deep?
They look, but only slimy shadows bound them.
Then, with no warning, fierce immensities
Of blinding rain and petrifying thunder
Beset their ship, but, finding calmer seas,
They murmur thank-you’s for not going under.
No lighthouse through the whole of this expanse
To guide them with the soothing light it throws;
Just some courageous spirits charting Man’s
Absurd and dismal gaps in all he knows.
Gleb Zavlanov is a young poet and songwriter living in New York City. He is a 2017 graduate of Townsend Harris High School. His YouTube channel can be found here.