You see the smokestacks in the distance
the monoliths of carbon toxin
breathing night into the air
the day is between mid birth
and adolescence
you drive behind white hearses
there's the gawking of
lucky witnesses
crookedly bent in dreams
you see the smirk of death
on their faces, you are theirs
and they are yours too.
A contest entry
- 12 lines or less by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended January 4, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this felt hauntingly old in time...
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stanza two did it for me.
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'the monoliths of carbon toxin' is a great line, and the whole poem is powered by it.
white hearses - the death of a child - of innocence?
'the smirk of death' I loved - as if noticing a conspiracy, a complicit pact.
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stop entering contests I enter. ;p haha. Just kidding.
"Breathing night into the air"
That's my favorite part.
Gorgeous.
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Awesome piece. I felt as though I were driving on the road an met the funeral line. Sad feeling. Good job and thanx so much for the share! Good luck in the contest!
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