Today, New York was fire-bombed
by the flames of ten thousand Nike's.
A policeman beat down a king
because a queen wanted to remarry.
Love, sick of standing aside,
decided to fight and lost to Fear.
A woman drove by in a minivan. Her children were laughing.
Disappointed with the falling leaves,
a man tried to throw his rake at the sun.
When it stuck back in the ground,
he told people it fell from heaven.
I saw a group of people worshiping the rake
through a window at my optometrist's office.
I looked down and saw a child playing with blocks.
The lead-based letters spelled out one word:
"Death"
No one noticed and I wasn't surprised.
-Brad McKenzie
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just wondering: isn't this one you consider finished?
you already know i love this poem. the only thing i can add is you should put a period after death, to give it that edge. without the period it seems nebulous and less urgent.
also, how bout all caps?
"DEATH."
it would fit more to the context of being spelled out on blocks, which to my knowledge are usually all uppercase.
some people are against the all caps cuz it seems a little gimmicky and but i think its cool.when you use it right, of course.
brad, where'd u go?
I'm back, janice... sorry I've been absent for so long... I've been busy as shit.
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