Free verse № 70483
Kites, Gunpowder, and a Chair
A parade of 100 servants, my children,
And my excitement to be one of them!
With a launch pad upon our backs
we ourselves had carefully designed
so much planning
the right chair - not too soft or uncomfortable
for such a long journey
kites - to carry the wind and propel him forward
and most important of all:
47 bamboo tubes filled with gunpowder and strapped to the chair
46 servants in addition to myself
to set fire those tubes
45 seconds until we would all light our fuses
sending Wan Hu into space - the first Chinese astronaut
14 comments
What is this 'poetry' you seek and do not find? Is it passion? Is it shock to affect? Is it message to purpose? Is it a tongue carefully coiled around a tasty phrase?
Which of these things do I not possess in abundance and been ignored by you for having it - only to find you banging on my lone whimsy wall?
A little bit patronising and racist though.
Have you ever heard of the story about the guy who found a jet engine and strapped it to his El Camino and launched himself into the side of a mesa wall? I used to love telling that story and I always assumed the guy was the same color as I am.
I think this poem is more about how things get started, or to be succint, 'every great idea is ugly in its infancy'. I meant this as such a wide contrast to actually sending someone into space. It is a praise of the taikonauts, not a slam.
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