desafortunadamente

Kwyjibo
Kwyjibo Posts: 662
edited March 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
silent mouths all in a line
carpet time with silent lies
foggy hair a cryptic grey
choose to send us forth to die

wrinkly old sacks of black water
thick, contagious, and rich
pick our doom from nature's womb
soon green and glowing and sick

children marching, left, right, left
old grey faces devour to death
children marching, for a cause
for old grey faces' unappeasable jaws
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • burtschips
    burtschips Posts: 734
    Good poem. Does wrinkly old sacks mean what I'm taking it to mean.....
    Salut baloo
  • Amaterasu
    Amaterasu Posts: 317
    When did it (we) get so heavy so burdened within the thick
    of learning from our mistakes.
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,389
    Excellent!
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Kwyjibo
    Kwyjibo Posts: 662
    hey thanks guys!

    it was kind of a spur of the moment type thing :)
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.

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