RAGE

#warpoetry
The origins of the visual poem RAGE are told through checking out the Oxford Brookes veterans' poetry workshop which I attended 2 years ago today. A true war poem doesn't apologize for telling the honesty of the carnage. If you would like information on the entire anthology and all the poetry inside, please click the links provided. 
CONCLUSION:
Link to Workshops: Veterans' Poetry Workshops
Link to podcast with Niall Munro: Interview with Maggs Vibo.
Link to BFBS radio story: How Poetry Is Helping Explore What It Is Really Like To Be A Veteran.
Link to anthology: 'My teeth don't chew on shrapnel': an anthology of poetry by military veterans.

I built from the letter R the peak of a volcano and the letters spelling AGE to flesh out the crater. The pressure builds and the lava spews out using colored pencils in various shades of black, brown, red to carve into the paper the word rage in all caps and a spewing ash cloud made from torn paper burned around the edges.
As we travel into the depths a red font states: Rage | Vengeance be Mine| Only then | we face| fools | poison.
Towards the magma chamber of the volcano, the poem has more blue font than black or red.
In the Blue, I wrote the poem to be read from several directions (left to right or up then down) to show passion penetrating and bringing clarity to the impairment of vengeance. It reads: I pray, for longing, fill bellies with hope. I pray dearest God, Awe / Might and at the end of it all See. The poem acts as a fire deity which both destroys and creates life. A religious scroll describing a reckoning. A quiet answer to the reaping of endless wars which greed harvests into a type of plague. In this way, we are the Gods of Destruction."
My quote from an audio file.