11-04-2013, 11:02 AM
(10-11-2013, 08:04 PM)Todd Wrote: Newton's CradleThis is brilliant. The consensus is in, imperceptible must got. That is all.
Terror is never as simple as the unseen clacking ball.
It is always the doll with a butcher’s knife,
crawling through ventilation shafts,
or the stranger that follows you home—
with each imperceptible connection
acting as a marker.
We scan the skies for flying monkeys,
or wander through corn fields
to the music of the moon, with its midnight waltz
of straw zombies--simple distractions
to protect us from the truth.
The witch cackle, cackles and you will believe
that you can never go home.
A fingerprint will smudge
cancer on an X-ray
The clatter of the metal duct
will cover the creak of tiny feet on hardwood
The funnel cloud swirls
like a swarm of restless bees.
The ball is already swinging.
Death comes first
then the dying.
~~~
The original poem is here. I got a great deal of good feedback that led to this revision. Thanks all!
I'm actually enjoying this one more than anything new I've read on a long while. Straw zombies is a real treat. Scarecrows would've run me off.