those who whisper by Cole Atkinsonwe are those who whisper,
those who kiss
with leathery pursed lips.
do not mistake sand in an hourglass
for our heads of melting ice--
we are only fleetingly self-aware.
contentedly brief,
yet selfishly long-winded,
we the "people"
mistake ourselves for monuments--
lasting symbols
of a life less ordinary.
give us one more chance.
we'll create with it
scarecrows and ashen morality.
won't things ever change?
04/28/2011 Author's Note: Meant to be the brother of my poem "still the dreamers".
Posted on 05/01/2011 Copyright © 2024 Cole Atkinson
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