I asked John Dean what he saw the night he jumped
off the True Baptist church bell.
He stayed up there long enough for the fire fighters
to fling a trampoline, some kind of thing, under him.
And he seemed happy enough that night, in a swan dive,
in a fine leap, with his hands raised & folded like
a prayed up swimmer.
He said he saw the tail lights of a thousand cars,
all of them leaving town, in a straight line.
He said he saw Preacher Barrett in a sports jacket,
and what appeared to be a dozen, black shielded shadows
gathered round a swimming pool & he thought,
damn, that looks small! but he jumped anyway because,
somehow he hated to pass the torch, and set a bad example,
since he was the only one up there, up for the dive.
You have this amazing ability to write an unigue scenario in such short space..
Witty, and so brilliantly written:
"his hands raised & folded like
a prayed up swimmer."
I'm not sure what to make of this. It has a verisimilitude that makes me wonder if it is based on a real experience. I found it evocative. I feel some small-town angst here and some of the "quiet desperation" of living a life not worth living.
Your imagery is good and your words well-chosen. There were several phrases that registered strongly with me: "his hands raised & folded like a prayed up swimmer" "He said he saw Preacher Barrett in a sports jacket" "a dozen, black shielded shadows gathered round a swimming pool"'
The only suggestion I would make is that you re-visit the rhythm and consider inserting a metrical plan. There is nothing-absolutely nothing- wrong with the work as it is, but I feel a stronger meter would make your point still more strongly.
Written with amusing sympathy for the jumper - at the same time capturing the images of one flying through the air in a wonderfully revealing manner... ' a fine leap' lol
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