Open Poetry #38 |
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parade of death and beasts |
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sloth New Member
since 2006-06-09
Posts 1 |
Hundreds. drones, flocking through the steel jungle to a concrete horizon; lifeless in a lifetime of empathy one by one and four by four lined up along the river of asphault giving way to a parade of death. hollow in the eyes of the great mother is displayed the face of grief; an empty projection of fears and regret. our silence is unspoken, protesting in quiet agony. miles of metal beast procede licking the floor of the creator, observed respectfully by our critical gaze-- we do not go unnoticed. projected through their own nobility the beasts spare us, if not just this once. there is a greater cause for which their attention need be promoted: the same spectacle which we observe. an empty token of affection, the son is trailed by his entourage. kept in the company and bossom of mother, the beasts ride on morosely comfortable in the pressence and sanctity of us sheep. the last of the party departs and the flock returns to its place; back through the jungle, to a glowing warmth of home. the silence booms for hours. |
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