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Clothes on the drying line
dripping and swayed away by the winds
they are empty
there is no fullness
no body
as the soul is missing
but
the sleeves are stained wet with the
dried cracked blood
of the kid
who got crushed under your feet
in the riot yesterday
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This struck me oddly heavily at the end. Very nicely done. 👌🎩
Thanks so much Joseph.Glad you liked it.My attempt at the short poems
Loved it
Bigger questions hide here. Who would do such a thing? Salvage or Savage? The conscious act of rinsing would not purge such tragedy. So when this piece of clothing was hung out to dry, what was the intended purpose? How did the child get caught up in rioting? Was it a stampede for justice? This is a fine piece it got me thinking at least. Chris T.
Thanks so much Chris for reading it intently.
I wanted to bring out the heinous nature of the mankind who claims ignorance to the lives of the innocent people getting killed in the riots when they think they are voicing their opinion through violence
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