Maybe you dug the grave
to pull the fluttering men
out of piss-sour dust
We're just little children
that walk along subway tracts
trying to find Jesus
in the shadows.
Our whispers carry ghosts
that creep along our spines
and act as watch towers
while we crawl along the universe
as soulless stars buried in the jaws
of tiny insects dug deep
into a feast of bones.
Author notes
We're all empty.
A contest entry
- My brain's ticking like a bomb. by Never Fall in Love.
650 points, ended November 4, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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good.
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very interesting take of the prompt being empty. I also think that the background that looks like the stars also add to your poem. In your poem you use very good imagery there. Good job here.
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