What to All

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What to All What to All

Poem by: ziddy6

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: ziddy6

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Genre: Poetry

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A poem about... well, figure it out yourself.

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A poem about... well, figure it out yourself.

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Submitted: May 27, 2013

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Submitted: May 27, 2013

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There is no knife,

Though the wound is there,

A patch of red,

A sea of red,

A garnished valley of fertile ground.

This mistaken crest where a moon does shine,

Where a dead drought brings no desire,

And no desire is needed in this land of happy times,
So think a few.

 

The blacksmith wields another woe, 

Cast of iron, the perfect blade,

The perfect lost, the perfect gone.

The perfect is branded by the death of a fawn.
She convulses and spits unto valley snow

Where the villagers bring bring blankets

To warm an unbeating heart.

To quell an act to them unfaced.

A glory to some,

A mirth to all.

 

Soon the fawn's forest is eaten by flame and the fire, it breathes.

The village is flooded, the valley well-housed,

The sprawling cities gone dark with the sun.

A building has toppled and with it the rest,

Sick with greed to be the first to fall.

A leveling of the earth.

 

by Jacob A. P.
5-26-13

 

 

 

 


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