In August heat
.............we see
...............from every crossroad
.............a funeral procession winding
..........through narrow hillside streets
..or perhaps it is several processions
for several funerals
so many people are dying now
under a bridge
a thousand miles from here
in the place that was his living home
a dead man hangs
15 comments:
wow, powerful!
oh wow! very beautiful. i love the format on the first stanza too.
For a bright species we can be incredibly dumb, don't you think?
Very powerful.
That is a great poem, Juliet. Swings slowly and gets tighter and tighter round its image. Craft with purpose, fantastic.
Agreed with anthonynorth, above! An interesting piece out of the context of the prompt as well--there's a terrible sense of foreboding and mystery surrounding the month's many deaths.
Very sad and very beautiful. Your formatting in the first stanza is apropos to the winding funeral.
-Nicole
Made my heart hurt, so measured and respectful, stark.
It's been said above. Ditto. thanks.
That line "so many people are dying now" -- it's so striking. Great layout of lines too.
I like this, although I admit I do not know who or what the second stanza is referring to? Something/someone specific I am too out of touch to know? Still, very powerful.
simple yet powerful,as a true poem it does not waste words.
I think what you have said here is something so universal to all of us. A sad thing indeed...
Well done, Juliet.
thanks for all your comments.
This poem was inspired by reading about the mafia, the person in the last stanza isn't anyone specific, but could be any of several people in a sense, so twitches, no, the reader isn't meant to 'get the specific reference'...
full of a heavy, brooding unease... powerful stuff
the format bridges the two scenes of dying beautifully... from thousands to one... dying alone w/o notice or friends w/fanfare.. those are the images i see..
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