Crossing The Road

You flock to a set trap. 
A bubble. 
Midnight: with pain 
and anger, when a real and virtual drama 
unfolds. 
Mercy waits. 

Meditating: still 
like a Buddha, a moon was 
watching you. 

Watching you, 
a moon, like a Buddha: 
still, meditating. 

Innocence versus 
ignorance. A mob impaled 
on the doorstep of future, 
unsure, but agitated. 

Life demands a full beheading.

Reviews

[ruth]

not sure if you've read their work or not (considering i just discovered them) but this reads like an angry buddha guy poem. (they're pretty good go check them out haha). anyway, i loved this poem, especially the two middle stanzas and how they were basically the same thing but switched around. i thought it was a very exciting thing to do, like a classic writing. this is a very real piece of writing. i highly enjoyed it and i think others will too. :)