The Rungs of Heaven

The Rungs of Heaven

A Poem by James William Dyer
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A poem about the dangers lurking in the backs of our minds while we work, with subtle implications of suicide.

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© 2012 James William Dyer


Author's Note

James William Dyer
This poem has a high degree of Visualism, to such an extent I couldn't even attempt to copy and paste it, and it would have taken me hours to type it in. I've uploadded it as a PDF to DeviantArt.com. I feel very confident about this poem in particular, but really want some outside viewpoints on this. Please click the link in the boddy of this poem or go to
http://oragamithoughts.deviantart.com/art/The-Rungs-of-Heaven-333631772?ga_submit=10%3A1350853806

This poem is about the architectural aspect to suicide :). When you get to the web page, there is an image of the poem, go to the right side of the page and click where it says download file (it's a PDF) and the entire poem wil display in your browser. This isn't a prank, it would literally have been impossible for the software on Writer'sCafe to handle the structure. Please don't be frightened off by this, I know it's a pain just to read a poem. I think it's worth it, though. I think. Let me know if the link is broken or doesn't go to the intended web page.

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It won't actually download tgo your computer, it just displays in your browser when you click download file. No viruses, I promise. :)

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Added on October 21, 2012
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Tags: suicide, death, construction, builders, dangerous, work, proletariet, fall, carpentry, danger, depression, end, wages, cheating, lying, pain, hurt, house, home, ruination

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James William Dyer
James William Dyer

Bliss, MI



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I began writing when I was in the fourth or fifth grade. We were extremely poor and my mother had purchased an old typewriter from a yard sale for me, tired of trying to decipher my mangled handrwitin.. more..

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