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we are collared in copper
the monster shimmers silently, in pain
The industry of tradition is disparaged
Only the Walmarts are untouched
The monster shimmers silently, in pain
The irony grows like a bloodpool
Only the Walmarts are untouched
And it doesn't really matter
The irony grows like a bloodpool
It creeps through empty streets
And it doesnt really matter
The soldiers march through the city
It creeps through the empty streets
It always seeks to destroy us
The soldiers march through the city
searching for an excuse
It always seeks to destroy us
the industry of tradition is disparaged
Searching for an excuse,
we are collared in copper
- by SilvertongueSagittarius |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/14/2010 |
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- Title: Collared in Copper.
- Artist: SilvertongueSagittarius
- Description: My first attempt at a pantoum. A friend of mine did one and I knew I had to try this format
- Date: 04/14/2010
- Tags: collared copper
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Echo Ligeia - 04/14/2010
- I enjoyed this poem, especially the fascinating metaphor/transition of consumerism to war. Your work with the pantoum was solid; sometimes a bit disconnected, but you made up for it with the cool inversion at the end! XD Lastly, it is a feat to be able to channel one's outrage and pain into this highly restrictive structure - well done! icon_smile.gif
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