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the unseen
the unseen Posts: 372
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
he sits alone in a cage
wearing orange,the dress of his death
looking nowhere,everywhere,just staring into oblivion*
hears the shuffle of feet in the hall
tries to make himself small,to hide within this empty cage
the door to the room opens,then the cage
reaching hands yank him to his feet
then......

he sits on the floor,five armed men behind him
i sit in a chair on a crisp fall afternoon

the stench of sweat,piss and shit hangs in the air
the fragrence of autumn flowers fill my nostrils

illuminated by the camera lights he gazes into the lens,eyes wide with fear
from a cloudless sky,i feel the warmth of the sun upon my face

pleads for his life one final time
laffing children play a game of tag

howls of unimaginable agony as the knife saws thru flesh
a cardinal sings a song on this beautiful day

one can only guess at his thoughts as he realizes his head is being severed,then displayed like a trophy
i grab a beer,wondering why no one shouts ,"FUCK YOU ALLAH ",into the camera eye right before the blade sinks in





*myhandsbound gave me this line...

i told her i'd give credit for it.
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  • MyHandsBound
    MyHandsBound Posts: 698
    bump............
  • even flow?
    even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Good to see you back!!!!!
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    Poignant and timely. I wonder if people would know what this refers to 17 years from now.
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