glover7
09-20-2010, 03:45 PM
Well, it's the first one I've ever posted here, anyway. This is my first poem in about three years. Let me know what you think.
Tell
Violence, it is violence sweeps the way
As air pulls aside.
The son, he does not bleed
After his father sinks into his white
Flesh.
Arched back. Arced back.
The son, the little boy, doesn’t know when
It’s over.
With no lip left to quiver,
All gather round and whisper,
“Did you see the flash?”
All are praise. All are worship,
As the boy’s head is left sticky in the sun.
Tell
Violence, it is violence sweeps the way
As air pulls aside.
The son, he does not bleed
After his father sinks into his white
Flesh.
Arched back. Arced back.
The son, the little boy, doesn’t know when
It’s over.
With no lip left to quiver,
All gather round and whisper,
“Did you see the flash?”
All are praise. All are worship,
As the boy’s head is left sticky in the sun.