crumple zone

raw bend of metal round the corner
greets the meat of other forces,
draws spectators to the roving glare
of Sunday’s red and blue;

the shearing of confinement
takes awhile

mean times, inside, someone
cries into dark walls
about the crash of breath in bone
yet stone appears, unmoved

2 thoughts on “crumple zone

  1. punatik says:

    After your last 2 posts , I have been eagerly awaiting the 3rd. Needless to say , I was once again left, Spell bound.

    • Shell says:

      it needs a bit of tweaking which i might do this time … it’s not quite the full octave but i’m thrilled that it intrigued you!

      funny how a few weeks separation from a poem’s really vital?

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