Crosswalk

Crosswalk

A Poem by D Alan Johnstone

White-dashed lines

consumed and chaotic.

People strewn like wind-blown litter.


Cars divide swim-lanes

against the entropy.

The sidewalk,

a destination.


A bullseye in the fray.

The driver

cleared out, all but a boy

in the middle, encircled

by the more fortunate.


In this street he remained.

Blood stained,

The holy angels convened,

and the news reporters came.


"Extra Extra! Read all about it!"

A new trope. A martyr for litter.


Mother, Father hire a lawyer.

A compensatory shame.

The boy is still gone,


but the lawyers retire young.



© 2017 D Alan Johnstone



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Ain't that the truth! Last line says it all ("lawyers retire young"). Brief but powerful poem that speaks to the hurried society we live today, pushing aside humanity for business, greed, etc. Not sure if that was your target, but it's a bulls-eye for me. You've obviously lived it or watched it. Nice work!

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Ain't that the truth! Last line says it all ("lawyers retire young"). Brief but powerful poem that speaks to the hurried society we live today, pushing aside humanity for business, greed, etc. Not sure if that was your target, but it's a bulls-eye for me. You've obviously lived it or watched it. Nice work!

Posted 5 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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