Thursday, July 04, 2019

Pip Poem about our daily tragedy








STARTING

at the point
the sharp end
the emotions rule
fear
or
thrill
or 
power



Those emotions
fast down to end of the hand
fast down to the tip of the knife



The puncturing
the gasp
the blood
the legs collapsing 
the blood
the gasping of last breaths
the pain
out of one life robbed
to a family
to friends
to a community


pointless from the point of a knife.


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