Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Snow had fallen and frozen in the night.
Hours before pale sunlight they were kicked,
not awake. They had not slept, huddled.

A few at the bloodless edges had died.

Hundreds of them, hungry hundreds
limped toward that terrible, black mine.
Their trembling shook the brittle earth.

Two guards basked at their barreled fire.
A skeleton knelt, reached for its warmth.
They crushed his elbows and thrust his hands
into the flames and laughed, “Warm enough?”

This story is told: In that bleak darkness
before dawn his screams awaken you.
It is not true. It is a lie, a dream,
a nightmare told by an old, mad poet,
never awakened by screams
that would not let him sleep.

3/10

Sort of a comment on Disconnected by happy trails. I anybody wants it, will post Episode I later. Jim

oh oh advertising spam
below that last poem
never saw that on studio8 before

jim, that sounds like world war two, or what i've heard and read of it. or that whole era, a peak on the human brutality chart, and now they talk about all these coming singularity (end?) points, and how it all must get much worse before it gets better.

Commercial? Where's the purser? What? I don't get paid? If I can't try to get another member's poem read without being called out, down, or to task, it's time to depart. See ya, B'rer Rabbit, but not here. jim

huh? I think there might be a mis-understanding here? there really was a commercial advertisement here last night-- I saw it, and now it's gone. had nothing to do with the original post.