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Calling the Pathetic to Claim their Kingdom
by Tracy EllenAnd there they are, free at dusk
Looking over us
with impatience
Waiting for their masters
for their explorers
Wondering when they will learn.
And here they sit
The ground gripping them
tightly
With fits of incorrectness
backwardness
misdirection
But their heads are loose
often tilted back
And their wonder is uncontrollable.
Those big wilds whose burning eyes
cast the sign of their prize
Fishing for a puzzler
begging for their consideration
some contemplation
Needing a surrogate consciousness
a single soul to make a wish.
Were coming, have no doubt
the more arrogant shout
Trying to free themselves
from worn hands
grasping
begging
for their lives
for a better fate
a better place
But for such,
do they not need more space?
Yes children, come
and spread your disease
We beg you, please
What other destiny have you?
Your absurdity
necessary
meaningless and full
Feel our pull
wish
dream
And let us make you
complete.
07/03/2006 Author's Note: Indulgent practice.
Posted on 07/03/2006
Copyright © 2025 Tracy Ellen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/05/06 at 12:15 AM Great write! It brought to mind a writing I read long ago, can't remember the author, but it spoke well of spreading a disease that makes you well.... love... This was gorgeous...
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