Friday, October 15, 2021

Pendulum Dash

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Runner Up for the Pendulum Dash
Head toward the Rain, 
Run out of Breath holy fast
Dread behind and high hopes
In a satchel shook loose
Hang around
In the Skies
Check the time, 
Here way too soon.

Well, wait a while
Til the buzzards
Come walking
On their own

Meet you there
At the right spot
Outside 
Their secret home

They've got a satchel 
And a dial
Tuned to a
contagious plan.
They cut you down
Before you thud
Reaching out
To give a hand

Gonna need
A couple days
Gonna split up
Go several ways
Gonna keep
A satchel wide
Gonna tune out
Contemptuous 

Here's a mountain
Go halfway up
Pull a letter
Out of a tree
Read it silent 
With buzzards elsewhere
Written explanations
'Why they chose me.'

Well son you ain't 
On that list
Of enclosed 
Humanity
You can't dispose of
Wretched pasts
Let lone high hopes
Or burnt debri

So those wicked birds 
Or wicked, they say,
Will sparse the skies
And have their may
They're going to send satchels
Partially open
To all of those
Who just can't pay

Because its going to take the lost
Like you and you
And it takes the lost
Like you and you
To open your eyes to
Financial bloodlust
Who even villify
The buzzards, too.

That's why its raining ashes,












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