Second Poem

[davidbenjamindix]

This is only my second poem, and the title is at the bottom because it is a riddle. See if you can figure it out first, and I need a serious critique! Thank you


Welcome the floating life preserver,
a cloak of life and destruction
was busted but now assembled.

Wave hello to morning glory,
transporting the serum to three days of grace
cleansing the mummified bodies

Called by some, super cool and predictable
beware the pride of the smith
enticing those to come out and play
striking and burning the birdie maker
and shearing the hair with razor sharp branches.

It circles under pressure
into a towering inferno of great speed and agility,
fills it's belly and spills it's guts.


Illuminator of paths,
powered by a generator of enormous strength;
puffing on sheeps whool and blowing smoke made of acid;
shading the canvas of great expanse,
a mass of relentless force;
engulf it all.















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