SELDOM SAVANNA STUDENTS

A poem.

His eyes are filled to the brim,

And gently they burst forth waters of overflowing emotion,

His skin so scarred,

Heaven knows the beasts he has wrestled to survive.

A damp rag is wrangled round his waist as clothing,

A gourd is slung down his shoulder,

No Knowledge Whatsoever,

Except for one word that guards his path

“Survive “-------------------------------------------------

His brethren’s corpses lay cold battered & bruised nearby,

Another corpse?

A jaguar lay with a wooden stake to its belly,

The Word rings again

“Survive”

He rises and struts away.

 

                              -Josh. Wesey

Author's Note

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Reviews

[A. Amos]

His brethren’s corpses lay cold battered & bruised nearby,
Another corpse?
A jaguar lay with a wooden stake to its belly,
The Word rings again
“Survive”
He rises and struts away.
 
Good job my friend, these lines were moving!