Sunday, April 3, 2011


That first death occurred in junior high school
A spirit-destroying season
When savage bullies berserked the halls
Words indiscriminately slashing
Voices overtopping the certain impregnable heights of education.
In disbelief, we fell and smashed on the rocks of their howling cruelty
Their fists bruised and raped
Eyes hating, propelling spears of fear at any differences.
Limping home each day, wounded
Entering into another hellish battlefield,
Animus and body equally defaced and disrespected by
Those who should love us.
Paradoxically lacerated by these tandem and inescapable fronts.
We trudge from home to school and back,
Prepared for love.

(Today's NaPo promptwrite a poem predicting your own death)

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