After each piece cancelled the other
the generals folded up their checkerboards,
declared to the homeless that the park
was now an open city, returned to their
hermetically sealed lives of solitary existenz.
In mirrors they checked themselves
for missing parts. From balconies
they flung Molotov cocktails
at high-flying birds. In empty parlors
they aimed guns at their heads
that fired only blanks.
They donated artificial limbs
to cabaret girls who wore
black eye-patch for effect,
who continued to croon
for their fathers,
girls who could no longer dance
without a cane.
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Love this.*
Thank you, Amanda.
"They donated artificial limbs
to cabaret girls who wore
black eye-patch for effect,"
Affecting and effective poem.
Thank you, Gary.
Starkly grim. (or do I mean grimly stark? works either way) *
Packs a punch - very effective. *
thank you, Charlotte and Mathew!
Strong imagery, Kyle. Good writing. I like that this piece is part of a series of poems.
Thanks, Sam!
* that last stanza is working overtime. like!
Thanks, Loren!
*, Kyle. I agree with Sam. Such strong imagery. Your words seem to crunch and crackle. Fine poem.
Thank you, David!
Captures the chaos, and senselessness.*
*It's been too long since I've read something of yours. This is stunning, Kyle.
There is a beauty in war that generals miss between gigs... though it's so hard to pity out-of-work generals.
Damn the torpedoes, buddy, can you buy us another round?
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Thank you, James, Nonnie, and Gary!
You are able to pack the unusual with emotion. Not everyone can do that. *
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Thank you, John and Rachna!
"In mirrors they checked themselves
for missing parts."
I can visualize that.
Stark and powerful.
Read this several times over the last several days. I am forced to reveal my admiration for the lilt of spirit from a war poem. *
Thank you Brenda, bill and Darryl
Crunch and crackle indeed. This poem somehow unearths meaning from senselessness. I love how you do that.
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thank you, Deborah!