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A Meadow, Among Other Things (Free verse) by Enkidu

I came upon a green, grassy, meadow. I sat and enjoyed it for awhile. Then shards of glass rained down upon me. I felt the heat of a savage wreck. A plane hurtled by me, Crashing violently into the forest wall. People tried to escape: Choking on smoke people, Burning alive people, People with mangled limbs, Crying and dying people. Animals from the forest leapt; They snagged bits here and there. Climbing into the twisted cabins, They pulled at hair and flesh And they chased down the survivors. Weak ones echoing screams That ripped through the valley. I watched this and ate my meal, Wondering how anyone could be so lucky, To sit and enjoy for awhile, Such a green, grassy meadow.

Dovina 2-Oct-05/11:36 AM
That's because you always insist that a poet begin with a clear objective and end by imparting that, and only that, objective into the reader. Could it be that a good poem like this one has no clearly defined meaning or several tinkered-with meanings and that a reader might find still others? Personally, I see 9-11 and a jet crashing into where I once had lunch on the 117th floor of the south tower.




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