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JuliusScipio — The Shotgun to the Head
Published: 2012-02-12 04:45:57 +0000 UTC; Views: 234; Favourites: 8; Downloads: 12
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There it is, a held breath, a moment suspendedOn a string hung from the ceiling, and Damocles is watching
With a merciless grin as the shotgun says to the head in your
Mind,
What shall it be today?
The suddeness of death comes on us as an approaching wave
And the Dealer shuffles cards in the corner,
Smirking as the shotgun says to the head
With a kind whisper,
What shall it be today?
The onrushing car and then the absence of a body,
The wavering illusion of wings and then falling down.
With steady breaths we try not to vomit at the sight of
The shotgun whispering
What shall it be today?
The world lies stretched out ahead as the sniper watches
Movement is transformed into death by the alchemy of lead and saltpeter
And the earth opens up its mouth to take back the dead, answering
The Shotgun whispering
What shall it be today?
The suddeness of death comes in a delightful myriad
Of ways and means, comes grinning and wailing and crying
And loving and lying and screaming and asking a shotgun
With terror and hope
What shall it be today?
Hoping for silence. Hoping for no answer at all.
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Comments: 5
Oooh! I can kinda see that, when you mention it. I've gotta look for it, but I do sorta see it. :3 Makes sense, Poe is one of my big three favorite English poets.
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And so he lives on through his fans.
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It is, isn't it?
It's very confusing, to me. Sometimes a poem seems to have fllen down from the stars and I sit bewildered at it, shapeshifting and refusing to be one thing or the other.
Thanks for reading.
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