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Fossil
The axe
must have fallen silently
cutting the umbilical
chord to the elite
then the free verse army
came marauding
noisily slitting throats
while the whores of rhyme
snapped their legs
together tight
until antique poetry
turned belly up
and died
with not even a fight
It wasn't headlines
but one day
new poetry got drunk
shot itself in the foot
and now it hops up and down
on the internet
faking mortal wounds
writhing from the pain
of an imaginary bullet
through the guts
But who are we kidding
'cause if any fool can write
then poetry's a fossil
we already buried
to languish deeper
than the ghost of its own
stale dust
Published 9th Jan 2011
| Edited 27th Mar 2016
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through the head. beautiful flow, seamless.
but i think L4 is "cord" not "chord" unless i missed something.
but i think L4 is "cord" not "chord" unless i missed something.
Maybe my subconscious favors a more sinister metaphorical attachment, even tho technically you're right, so I'll leave the h where it is, as in this context I prefer its musicality. Perhaps I should have fun with capitals to add to my scribble's dimensional potential? A good spot nonetheless, and from a Websterian too! Thanks Jes.
9th Jan 2011 12:55pm
i thought it might have something to do with metaphor since that whole verse is full of sounds, so, good show. *hahaha* well enjoyed!
