On life and its vagaries


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He died

At night

On the thorough fare

In a slow shower of rain


Only the night and

The rain saw his death


With the morning

The rest of the world

Saw him Expand


He was growing slowly

And  creeping into the words

That people spoke



By noon

He had grown

In to the city hall,

The local news stand,

And the mayor’s house.


By evening

He exploded

In to the air


There was some smoke

And  there was no body


“No body, no crime”

Said the Mayor


“No body, no crime”

Chanted the populace


Only an

irresponsible lout



He was human, old

And had no shelter, cloth, or food

He isn’t dead

He is alive

And Growing


The city expelled the

Yokel from the town

For heresy


And all was well

In the city of the dead.



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  1. Fantastic writing here…isn’t that always the way…the one willing to speak against the masses expelled. Love it.

    ~Lady Day

    May 21, 2012 at 3:15 pm

  2. wow.this reminds me of k’naan’s song:is anybody out there.


    May 21, 2012 at 3:43 pm

  3. Reblogged this on jasetay.


    May 21, 2012 at 3:45 pm

  4. I can only smile. This just made me happy, despite the tone of the poem.


    May 23, 2012 at 8:36 pm

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