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We Walking Sleepers
A poem mixing meter and form with free verse. |
| We Walking Sleepers Prompt: use the following words in a poem: forgotten friend fire fear fog free forest feet careful feet, carnal fear toes gently prodding away debris we are survivors of this nation we are sufferers of conflagration walk silently or die not violently or die ashy clouds hang low among the trees and raindrops pierce our skin like thorns carbonized buildings stand crooked they are the gravestones of our city but we are not buried here today no, we’re not buried or dead today we wish we were smoke like fog, searing fire and we can’t see and we can’t breathe move quietly or die move quickly and defiantly but move quietly or die the sirens that never sounded delivered us the enemy planes that donate hell and fire like coins to our poor city, to the unsuspecting sleepers and men fight each other for survival chased by fear and flames tonight, eyes slick with tears, streets slick with burning flesh forest walkers, freedom wishers we are strangers and we are friends keep walking or we’ll die keep running or we’ll die this is what it means to be innocent to feel the scratch of pulverized city in your lungs to inhale the vaporized remains of everything you’ve done, everything you’ve known, and to feel it burn, history in flames we breathe, and there’s the neighbor’s fingers in my chest we breathe, there’s the simmering ash of fresh paint we breathe the death of friends and neighbors and we run, no longer strangers, stumbling through the quaking, crumbling forest escaping civilization which has forgotten what it means to be civilized we carry on, we are not dead we fire breathers, we memory keepers we few survivors, we walking sleepers we are not dead we are not dead we wish we were Line Count: 46 |