Friday, January 28, 2011

Whom The Gods Notice

Looking up at the violence
That fuels the afternoon sky
Lifts the girl who started running
On the day she learned to walk
After they replaced her withered limbs
With articulate steel
That spoke to her of horizons
Wider than the smile
Adorning her tear-stained face
Spoke of loss and rumour
In tones approaching light
And left a trail of ghost dust
Pixel fine in bas-relief
For following detectives hired
By exoskeletal surgeons
To track down the steel legs
Of the girl who started running
The day she learned to walk


Tom said...

yeah, awesome stuff

Baino said...

Nice, and I'm not a great fan of poetry.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Tom: fanx

Baino: me too - enjoy writing it tho'

Harlequin said...

this is a nice piece, especially the repeat... i can't help but have this sense as i read, of being pursued for being crafty enough to figure out how not to get caught

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: you could also read it as an analogy on the punishment meted out by god to anyone with the audacity to use their god-given intellect.