The day Earth burned, we raised our fists.
Ash rained down, weighted by their bleeding hearts
Umbrellas form a shield wall, held by velvet hands, to stand against the dragon
Dreamers stared, maws agape at the apocalyptic shell of the American dream
Indescribable fire unquenched by words. Focused heat needs action.
They force feed us submission. Spit it out—it tastes like death.
Chaos circles; its tail bleeds from the nip of encroaching stricture
Rocks, slings, clubs. Swords, spears, arrows. Guns, tanks, bombs—A bright flash. Hot death, cold winter—Re-evolution begins. Again.
The tower swayed,nothing could prevent its collapse now.
At last the battleground lay still,
yet things that once were blood and bone rose up in evening mist.
The weathered fist slowly opened its oppressed fingers
Leave weeping to clouds; mourn with bouquet of crimson rages
“The wrinkles, lined and defined,
by every person I had to leave behind”
Rolling with bulldozer ferocity, the old woman never looked back.
“It began - coloring outside the lines.
The punishment did not fit the crime
for I had the Crayola Big Box and
I did it again the next day.”
The knife hums its own song; like dice he rolls her eyeballs.
“In that moment,
peeling away from you,
I begged time to stop,
even for a moment,
just to hold you.”
Her bladed words stripped ego from the tyrant's brutal heart
“How I long to see him punished
for the horror of his crimes
but I will settle for revolution.”
Revolution’s dying cry echoes through empty streets,
its hope crushed beneath booted feet.
And still it rises, in a different place, in a different time,
but marching to the same persistent beat.
Written by Elsa M. Carruthers, Lydia Prime, Stephanie Ellis, Leadie Jo Flowers, R.A. Smith, Angela Yuriko Smith, Nina D'Arcangela, Roh Morgon, Scott Wheelock, Marge Simon, Sonora Taylor, David M. Hoenig, Kyra Starr, John Reinhart, Laura Kester Duerrwaechter, Alyson Faye, ReTech, Naching T. Kassa, Christina Sng and Roh Morgon.
What is an Exquisite Corpse?
An exquisite corpse poem is created by different people giving a line unrelated to the previous line. A poem is built from many authors, following the same rule or theme. In this case, there are no rules but it is a line, so no paragraphs please. You can read more about them here.
August's topic is: Heat