With apologies to Joyce Kilmer
I think there’s nothing quite so dumb
As humped up shoulder, callused thumb
Made stiff and sore from twittering
Amid misspellings, skittering
Across a screen. Oh, what a sight
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Above the reeds the red clouds gather.
The boats moored at the river bank
reflect the blood, half full of water.
If only we knew whom to thank.
We look up at the darkening sky,
sun as if sinking, moon aflame,
the figurative language a lie,
and know for sure life is to blame.
13 August 2014