Ectasy of Death, A poem by Eby
      

In ACM's latest literary magazine edition a poem by Therese Eby appeared called ‘Tis but the Ecstasy of Death; Modern Literature and the Question of Belief.

I am not one who typically finds much enjoyment in poems.  I have a couple of favorites but it takes a lot to impress me as far as poetry goes.  Therese Eby's poem I thoroughly enjoyed.  Yes, it was dark, with a dose of the morbid and macabre in with some blistering observations about the human condition... but maybe that's why I liked it.  :)

Below are the opening lines, not quite formatted correctly.  Follow this link to read the whole thing.
<p style="padding-left: 60px;">A Thing with Feathers needs its neck wrung.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 60px;">Where Poet, Bard and Story Tellersee</p>
<p style="padding-left: 60px;">with Nietzsche</p>
<p style="padding-left: 60px;">a Casualty,there is a faith and despair sung.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 60px;">Evil and Christ are historic events,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 60px;">and God is a character actor.</p>
         

http://sntjohnny.com/front/ectasy-of-death-a-poem-by-eby/1337.html