Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Corporal punishment

We were standing in a row, ordered
to not look at each other. Or pray.
God hates spoiled children.
He would have to wait.
On one hand, I count the number
of hits. The oldest will endure
because the worst punishment is
in witnessing.
Don't pray or look at each other.
I wonder why you never call
now, or if you remember this.
Standing in a row,
hoping someone would come in
and kill him.


Blogger Christine said...

Nice ending!

6:44 PM  
Blogger Sarah Louise Parry said...

A dark poem, but really like it. Short and bittersweet.

I popped a poem on my 'Diary Of Barbie's Worst Enemy' blog today if you fancy a peep and you poetic types can cast your critical eye across it :)

3:38 AM  

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