Choriambs of Destiny

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A Choriamb is four syllables in a poem, the first and last of which are stressed.

Submitted: January 31, 2007

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Submitted: January 31, 2007

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Choriambs of Destiny

After a gale

I never peer

up at the roof.

Tiles might be gone,

guttering ripped:

I never look.

Neighbours all weep

over their felt,

torn by the wind,

fascia boards

smashed to the ground.

Builders arrive,

scaffolding grows

up to the eaves:

bank accounts shrink.

I don't inspect,

never intend

chancing my arm.

Cowardly man,

I am too scared

doing just that

causes your roof

total collapse.

I will not look.


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