1 and 1 became eleven
With judgement on the brink.
Forsook belief and the law i love,
And here we go again...
Sequestering soul parts into death
And letting the body count soar.
Welcomed by me only once,
Cried, then became hunted.
3, now 6, and i stopped for a blink.
Caught their eye and turned to run.
Kicked with screams but barely a little,
Only half praying for a different sum.
Shamed with damages, sorry to say,
I invited the dark but ignorantly so.
See, 1 and 1 became eleven...
Then again, maybe twelve...
(Spring 2009)
--If you can interpret this poem correctly, you get an A for the semester!--
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