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the untouchables
by Chris Sorrenti
some of us, cotton
others, leather
still others
mere burlap
like or it not
all stitched together
the only certainty
who decides
the next design
we stretch across our backs
the untouchables
some of us, chrome
built only for show
others, steel
spoked for endurance
all endlessly turning
round that great big wheel
while still others
only the asphalt below
some of us, tin
permanently bent
others, titanium
absorbing high stress
in the foulest weather
quickly returned
to their original shape
once the storm clears
who will lose
and who will win
who will be fat
and who will be thin
who will live
and who will die
ours is not to question why
only realize who decides
the untouchables
© 1987
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11/05/2011 Posted on 11/05/2011
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/13/11 at 12:37 AM Most effective use of analogy! Each reader bringing his/her own interpretation according to experiences. |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 11/14/11 at 12:12 AM and sometimes even the quality of the fabric is known but not the truest meaning for its existence! Excellent Chris! |
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