Manmade Beasts

Manmade Beasts

A Poem by N.Sevilla

When an antelope is killed,

And its carcass half eaten,

The feline beasts reside to its home

And the body decays into the earth.

 

The swans white feathers,

Bathed in the moonlight

With their partners near by.

And they will always be

Near by.

 

A human boy eats his candy.

Its wrapper lays in on the concrete

Like a blemish on its perfect surface.

The rains come and it drifts away,

into the ocean.

It doesn't decay

 

In the freshly painted house,

with the garden gnomes out front

and a statue of cupid spitting out crystal water,

Shadows move in an angry dance.

A stumbling figure comes out,

Leaves forever,

Into the mouth of the night.

 

The metal monsters reside

Deep in our home,

Regurgitating plumes of smoke.

Column after column of smoke.

Choking the blue out of the world.

 

Look at those beasts,

Dumb and wild,

Uncivilized and violent,

Says the father with the gun.

Look how they attack us,

With sharp teeth

And razor claws,

says the boy with the loud boots.

 

Take aim my boy,

The father says.

Where at?

Asks the boy.

Pick an animal,

Any animal.

© 2012 N.Sevilla


Author's Note

N.Sevilla
I completely forgot I had this! I wrote this about two years ago for my brother's homework. Does that make me a fantastic or a terrible sister?

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that last stanza really gives it an edge.
makes me wary of trigger-happy snipers...lurking...maybe...somewhere...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Ah I love this stop being so great!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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11 Years Ago

I completely forgot I had this poem! I found it deep in the bowels of my laptop. Wrote it for someon.. read more

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I've had this account for several years and I am finally coming back to my writing roots. It's been a joy to write again and look back on my poetry from 10 years ago and see the changes in my life. .. more..

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