as seconds go by
I'm turning into a man
the ball I was so familiar with
fitting just right in a boy's hand
has now turned into a grenade
I see the dead man
right before me
breathing, still
now
turning cold, fading
red around the hole in his chest
hate in my heart, revenge in my mind
easy
another ghost
who am I
frail
this skin is dry and pale
I mock at my lousy God
a shadow is a man
when death approaches..
In response to "How to Kill" by Keith Douglas
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3 comments:
Great poem! You clearly know where to place the pauses in order to achieve the right impact. Good variety in vocabulary too.
I liked this poem maja. Nice use of pauses!
I also liked this poem. The pauses gives it a dramatic effect and helps to emphasize the right words.
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