People are waiting to seeA Poem by lee von cleefCourt, Conservator, Guardian,NightmareThe train wreck… Or, capitulation… The poetry of family Ripped, road-rash raw, naked to the public Lips sewn bailing wire shut, Eyes blinded to the accusers As the circular firing squad Rips the carcass away Oblivious to the unending consequential Collateral damage Jackals, Coyotes, buzzards, mealworms, Carting, picking, pocketing Savoring, hoarding their “entitled’’ portions It is what it is. But soon There are no second chances Life is full of risk. Some acceptable, some not Just depends how close The overloaded dump truck crossing the center line Is to your family. L.V.C. © 2012 lee von cleef |
StatsAuthorlee von cleefARAboutGood morning,Thank you for stopping by. I like to write,I like to layer a story into a poem,I want to crack through to the reader,add emotion to life, theirs and mine. more..Writing
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