David Moore- Two Poems

Fiery Angels

Fiery the Angels fell

We passed in the firmament

Me heaven-bound

They to hell

A shining Saviour welcomed me

His heart beat Golden notes

Wing-ed cherubs trumpeted

Sweet tunes from honeyed throats

I cast my new found eyes

Downward toward the pit

And wondered why my loving God

Would sentence souls to it

But in my chest beat mighty fear

And lightning from his tongue

My soul resides forever here

And all his will is done 

The Bucket ‘O’ Blood

The Bucket ‘O’ Blood’s

Cobbled yard

Red brick walls

Bottle scarred

Toe to toe

And ale ready

Bets put down

Nerve’s held and steady

Weighty men 

Of lowly breed

Heavy of hand

Or quick of speed

Thrust like dogs

Un-leashed

Un-fed

More alive

The nearer dead

Snarling spitting biting

Leap

Its stand and hold

Or lose your keep

Its knees and knuckles

Smashed and broke

Its gouged plucked eyes

Its throats that choke

For all the combat on the floor

Its those that watch that I fear more

And throw their coin on blooded stone

To ply their trade in flesh and bone