A Blaze Of GloryA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
Silently floating among his brothers
A ghost unseen by all of the others Noticed for his material prominence Unnoticed for the internal insolence Trying to rework the mechanics By exerting mental gymnastics Trying to rewind the fraying cord By excising the mass with a sword Trying to beat the depression By a simple power of suggestion But all this effort is endless regression A foreshadowing to a funeral procession Why all this speculation about the motives? They shouldn't even be lighting the votives! They can guess all they want, but it's the void He was a piece of detritus to be destroyed It's that simple, it's the unblemished truth A waste of life, a replaceable baby tooth Going down in a self-serving, sadistic blaze of glory Just a typical footnote in the wretched human story © 2011 Kenneth The Poet |
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1 Review Added on May 27, 2011 Last Updated on May 27, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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