Godhammer
When the forge forgets its fire, the world forgets its maker. A Guerrilla Literature poem by Kerr Martin conceptualized, written and scheduled 11/6/25.
Smoke in the giant’s lung
Monsterious and masterful
A craftsman of flame and force
Divorcing necks from spines
And legs from the torso.
Crippled by the impending tomorrow
Hatequaked in the core of existence
There is no kneeling to pray
Only shaking fists towards the sky
Cursing God birthed him to die.
Death creeps at the cavern door
Skeletal fingers brush the face
A fatemarked child of yesterday
Who knows the reign is but a blink
Who refuses to simply close his eyes.
Club in the giant’s hand
Vengeful and violent
He kills because he fears the end
Divorcing morals from mortality
And mercy from mankind.
on fire, my brother. keep being great.
Ellis sent me. Glad he did.