Hi all,
I'd like to nominate Larry's poem,
Disaster's Triage for the March IBPC competition. It is a profound poem. And for those who may not know the inside scoop, it was penned to a Robert Frost challenge to use the same format and end line words of Frost's poem, "The Road Not Taken" over in Karnak Crossing. FANTABULOUS!
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Good luck Larry!
~Cleo
Diaster's Triage by Larry D. JenningsTin shacks and cardboard huts propped up with wood
are gone. Uncaring Earth erased them. Both
entombed in brick and stucco that once stood
beside them. Raining down on those who could
not seek a haven in the undergrowth.
No judge to rule on what was right or fair,
to hear the anguished pleas of those who claim
they had no food or clothing they could wear.
Those were interred with friends and neighbors there
among the piles of rubble, and the same
was true of fractured families who lay
beneath the shattered buildings. All was black
and dusty clouds blocked out the light of day.
Some few, exhumed by those who found a way
to rescue broken bodies, bring them back;
are granted respite from that final sigh.
Not so for many others taken hence
to lie in rest with strangers. Would that I
were able to assist and help them by
grief’s river flowing through indifference.
This post has been edited by Cleo_Serapis: Feb 14 10, 14:30
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