Now the shouting crowds
subside and a piercing
yell is heard.
Lost in the subway
a child died that way.
Agony out loud amidst the
noisy din of steel
a child died today.
Slow force starts up the train
and the bodies move in
mute harmony as the city's
lights go on.
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6 comments:
a very strong piece of writing
It's the kind of tragedy we all despise and wonder why it had to happen?
Thanks for the comments.
This has a few interpretations. I think of it as the death blow to a childhood.
Still I am mad and wonder why it had to happen?!!!
i think it has to do with sex and the brain. as young children we arent very interested but then things begin changing and in order to support a potential family we start working. There is a theory that all creativity is just a means to the end of reproducing
I can see that as a theory. My hell began when I grew boobs. I never wanted to reproduce. Was sure I'd be bad at it. I'll have to start telling stories again.
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