Fragments

After a good round of revision (and a long break from posting), I’m fairly content with this poem. I spent a good while last night arranging lines, and I hope it was worth it. Notice the two-three dimeter (except in two particular lines in the last stanza). Anyway, enough talk:

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Fragments

Dogs rifle through arms
of grass, murmuring.
Cars slouch idle, shells
of men, on all fours.

Fuel from rusted cans
marks the twisting veins.
Fog fills every hole;
muted searchlights roam,

unnoticed, the beasts
of men jerk parched noses
skyward, seeing thunder
and hearing its source.

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This poem has been accepted to an online literary journal, Word Catalyst. It appeared in the February 2010 issue at wordcatalyst.com. Check it out!

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