8.11.2008

Sibling Rivalry

Word on the street is
Abraham is your daddy too
but that doesn’t mean much to you
snarling and smashing
crashing and quick
with the tongue and fist.
That shit list of yours
is set in stone
and when you’re done
I’ll prop it on your grave
to remind us to save
some prayers for those
drug down with you
on fast-forward to the last scene
no time for plot or meaning
eyes fixed on the screen
for a climax.
And when the curtain falls
it brings an axe.
And you drug us all
down with you.

(ReadWritePoem Prompt #39)

6 comments:

christine said...

A sad lament for a lost soul. The narrator's voice seems to be of deep regret.

I see this poem as strong social commentary.

Nathan said...

Great strong voice and rhythm here. I like it.

Crafty Green Poet said...

very vivid

polona said...

powerful stuff...

twitches said...

Hm, I wonder if we were writing our poems about the same thing, or person? We have the same angry voice in this prompt. ;)

I like how the poem turns on the lines about the grave, everything falls into place well here.

Jarod K. Anderson said...

Very engaging. The first “Abraham” lines seem to set a tone that indicates the speaker’s criticism is coming from a place of religion; but, if so, that place is also intensely personal.