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    dots Submission Name: After the Sunday Documentarydots
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    Author: Dead Bell
    ASL Info:    23/m/Ire
    Elite Ratio:    2.42 - 48/129/125
    Words: 159
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsAfter the Sunday Documentarydots
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    The sloth swung smiling into the grey hawks nest
    Its baby limbs were slack and waving
    For the hungry chick and tempered wife
    Who would not let the hunter rest .

    And both our hearts were torn away
    When its twisting body was hurling
    Into its helpless end; all our eyes upturning
    From our indignation.

    I always explain the necessity of each witnessed death.
    But why, when they dream of marriage, are we suffused
    To that ultimate oblivion?
    Why is my future married to death?

    I know, if I had of returned to look in mid-air,
    That sloth had no sense of its own pain,
    Was not receptive to its end.

    He did not endure like a dying prisoner
    That descent into the ailing bed
    Of little chick and mother hawk
    To relieve them of their hungry tension
    No afterlife for baby sloth; no mystified ascension




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      Interesting exploration, a lot of questions raised with this poem.

    I like the alliteration of your first line and the way you start with quite a different atmosphere then you finish with- with a smiling sloth who has no idea what is around the next bending moment. It is full of life, that first line.

    I also like the authoritative tone that you use in the poem. I don't necessarily agree with all that's said here, but that tone lends gravity to the words making me feel I must consider them all fairly, putting my own preconceptions aside.

    I love this line, and all that it raises in terms of thoughts and questions about the human condition, which does ultimately end the same way for us all:

    Why is my future married to death?

    Very good, thought-provoking poetry.
    | Posted on 2012-08-07 00:00:00 | by emwren | [ Reply to This ]


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