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Obviously about that

by Johnny Crimson

The bottom of the lake was still,
they're marching down on potter's field,
3,000 snare drums in the snow.

Erasing moments of embarrassment
she told the rapist to get on with it,
she had other things to do.

Stacking pallets in the woods the kid
built a tree fort with his dad he did,
an attempt to stay off of the ground.

Readers in that nursery hell
read about the day the towers fell,
and question what it means.

While trucks of gold are carted off
to zillionaires that made the mark,
to add some more zeros.

Dimpled girl with rabbit teeth
chokes up on the bat before she swings,
this one's going out the park.

At work there lies some twisted steel
a memorial from that september deal,
I can see the thermite on the beams.


Posted on 08/16/2012
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/16/12 at 08:55 PM

Yes well, don't knock termite. We used to use it to set off the nytro pipe bombs we made in the high school chem lab. What I really wonder is how long it will take us to forget about our Guernica and if we even have anyone who can paint our destruction as Picasso did.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/16/12 at 11:44 PM

This is *super stellar*.

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