I wanted to see if I could write a poem with each line beginning with the folowing letter of the alphabet. I did but I cheated a wee bit. Unless it actually is X-tended.
Give me a break. One wee cheat isn’t bad.
Alone – glittering trees on horizon, Burning for the dying sun, Create amber angels, hypnotic dances.
Down among the earth, however, Each and every child suffocates, willingly, For the chance of a sanitary divorce from life.
Gardens melt back into the soil, beauty Hardens as the rose bush enjoys one last Inhalation of this dying earth.
Judges carrying Holy Swords expect redemption. Kings and their Warriors become lifeless sand bags Lining the roads with all the pretensions of the privileged.
Mortuary silences engulf the rages of humanity. Nervous rats feast on flesh on streets under Sun: drooping Over the fence at the end of its passionate life.
People cry red tears from swollen faces and form Queues of witless soldiers, blinded, silenced, Ready to die and embrace nature’s conclusion.
Someone’s broken baby is in an eager frenzy. Tears saturate the mother’s rags as she leaps, Useless to that island to rescue her dead child…
Venomous believers yelling in the breeze: Why, why, why have you forsaken us? X-tended arms towards the falling skies…
Your ending lasted seconds and came without reason. Zephyr blew the dawning of a newer kinder season.
