Fear me.
I am on fire,
consuming myself,
ashes swept away
only to be delivered again by the wind,
stronger.
I have walked in the footsteps
of angels and giants;
I have touched the hundred-year-old carvings
of a dead poet on an ash tree;
I have strolled medieval streets
where discos shock the concrete with noise.
I am a force with which to reckon.
I am a sun-swept warrior of the tundra,
I plumb the moors and climb ropeless on the rockface,
I cannot be denied.
You must hear what I have to say,
the good, the bad, and ugly,
their eyes turned front and faces slack,
I am static noise!
You can't turn me off, I'll always be there,
lurking between the stations.
Author notes
A slammy thing.
A contest entry
- Slam Poetry by live2die.
600 points, ended September 27, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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