Free Poem

May 12, 2011
Living, breathing, alive

Clanking, and clowning

Do you hear it?
Five thousand pounds

The realization blasted into his mind
They cowered to their knees
Bellowed, crippled, hobbled, and sickened
Like wet tissue paper

An automobile collision in his head
I am the Emperor
It awed all
Waving them like batons

Become what I can become
Snapped like celery
Big hands
Harness gone
Bar snapped
Crashed to the floor

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