Extinct
By Canonette
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I am a bubble
floating up
from the abyssal waste.
I am the final gasp –
of the death rattle
that falls on deaf ears.
I am the black dwarf star
that no one saw.
I am the crushed shell
of the only egg –
stuck to the boot
of the man who
wrung my mother’s neck.
I am the Omega –
the last of my kind.
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Made me want to cry out for
Made me want to cry out for the lack of caring for all these things. But if I did i got the feeling it would likely fall on those deaf ears. So simply worded, but effective, this piece, I was stunned by the sudden silence at the end.
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I got the silence at the end,
I got the silence at the end, too; a grateful silence because there's so little air to this poem, which is hard to pull off. It's a painful old life. I get the impression we have to go through a whole load of tunnels to get the goodness out of it, and the deeper and darker the tunnel, the greater and brighter the light at the end. Religions/ govts/ companies use this to keep people hoping for better days ahead, which can't be a bad thing.
Keep stirring that old paint pot, Canonette. When the oily, concentrated goo at the bottom of the tin is not mixed in carefully, the other 90% is redundant as an effective solution/ obliterator of high opacity.
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A few effective words that
A few effective words that pack a formidable punch. Excellent.
Luigi
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