Saturday 5 May 2012

Iron Grave

So I wrote another graphic poem, but since it's getting submitted to the CBC Poetry competition, I'm not allowed to self - publish. Ha.

But rest assured that I still write these things! When it's not crunch time at school! And that poem will be posted here eventually, just have to hear back from the poetry people first.

In the meantime, here's a little poem with no pictures.

K thanks for reading!


IRON GRAVE

the crumpled skeletons of the industrial revolution
are losing the battle
to the fangs of the countryside

ribs bared to the october sky
bricks, guts
bursting from decaying smokestacks
devoured by the river

vines chew through the jagged walls (vertebrae
jutting from the landscape)
leaving nothing but dust for the wind to tear into ribbons of light

wild rose and timothy grass claw
at the writing entrails of an engine
spilling from the rusted, crumpled body
of a truck

and I
flying past like a chimney swift
(Poughkeepsie to New York)
see it all through a sun splattered frame
in slow motion

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