Stones

[Heartafire]

He needs to disassociate.
His claim is that she has
committed adultery.
Before the pit is dug,
stones are gathered.
They are not meant to kill.

Who will cast the first stone,
the father or the brother?
Chosen to take her place,
the young girl is forced to watch,
life’s lessons must be taught.

When they close their eyes
Will the gritty taste of dirt
fill their mouth?
Lying in the dark, will they wonder
whose stone delivered the fatal blow?

For a senior member I was expecting a better one than this ... I have a problem with the fact that there are no capital letters used at every beginning(word) of the verse, the fact that it makes no sense why her father or brother "cast" the stones for her adultery or why is she chosen to take her place.. is there some incest going on? if the stones are not meant to kill why does it have to be a fatal blow? why would she wonder about their remorse after death (assuming there's no life afterwards)?

Codry, I can't imagine why you think a "senior member" means
anything more than that I have posted a number of poems here and has nothing to do with my skills as a writer. I don't feel the need to use caps at the beginning of each line, why would I do that? You missed the point regarding the young girl who (in this poem) has been chosen by the "wronged" spouse to replace his wife. No incest is involved though I don't know why I even address such a nonsensical remark. I find your comments ridiculous.

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Codry, why don't you write your own poem with this theme? You'd go about it differently, which is fine, but no need to harp on a poet saying you "expected more" and telling her the focus is all wrong. Your many comments will be of little use to her when she goes to edit.

Heart, I live in a very moderate Muslim country and am not a fan of how people/ the media focuses on the glamorized atrocities in very select and backwards regions of the world, so I'll refrain from commenting.

-justcloudy

Just Cloudy, my poem is based on a recent documentary that I watched and the atrocities being played out in some regions of the world are well known. Thank you for reading my poem.
My best!
Heart