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The New Black
by Jared OrlandoWe are building things
Out of plastic bags and paper plates
No longer fickle about the way our towers stand
As our sandy columns and cork foundations
Sway with the wind, while such brittle teeth
Shakily bite down on such tattered words
And only dust of verbs snake through the cracks.
We are watching the world that we made fragile
Untangle and twist and writhe with lies
So mangled and dirty with weakness.
But worry is unnecessary.
For when the breezes come
To devour so greedily the wreckage,
Our slothful planners will usher in
A much fresher wave of destruction.
01/23/2009 Posted on 01/23/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/23/09 at 09:38 PM There is truth here...can we perhaps find a way to plan ahead in a more concrete and lasting way? MFS |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/23/09 at 10:31 PM It's going to be an interesting future, that's for sure. Great stuff. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/24/09 at 03:58 AM Grim, but I like the images you have used. |
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