Crouched in a tower,
observing the misguided below.
Snarling with teeth bared,
he licks his lips wanting new flesh.
“Idiots” he says to no-one …
Lying in the streets in worn-out clothes
memories clasped to his chest.
A child cries somewhere in an abandoned field.
Hunger is encapsulating the exterior,
grasping at the line of life’s support.
Threadbare and falling to pieces,
disintegrating hopes as people scurry.
Advertisements of youth, (it can be bought)
Shed the weight of abusive gorging …
Slender figures of maidens – smiling.
Comfort for the unseen but worthy ones,
like ants crawling all over each other
reciting over and over:
“I will tread on you to get what is mine”
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
This one is most excellent - submit this one!
ReplyDeletePowerfully written last line! Excellent post ^^
ReplyDelete-Weasel
Agreed powerful poem, the first stanza and last line -- excellent and all in between...bkm
ReplyDeleteThanks Ollie. You really think I should submit this?
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks Weasel, it is nice to see you back writing :)
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks Barb, it is nice to be on fb with you.
ReplyDeletePamela
Whoa, Pamela. This is chilling and raw. A 'pleasure' to read because it really woke me up. (It's been pretty slow and lazy after New Year.)
ReplyDeleteThanks nino, the world is full of people like this.
ReplyDeleteWow, so much humanity in your words! Great imagery, so powerful! I really enjoyed this poem~
ReplyDeletePamela,
ReplyDeleteAn excellent reflection on the world of today. An 'I'm all right Jack', observation...
You have been very busy writing Pamela. Great words!
Happy New Year too.
Best wishes, Eileen
Ella, thanks for saying so.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks Eileen and yes people are pretty much like this now. Sadly so.
ReplyDeletePamela