Peasants, Man

They could do whatever they wanted if they wanted.

Little Light, how they yearn

for your shine, translucent savior of 

an empty room, searing the night sky,

a scar among the clouds 

you whisper demands into the ears 

of feeble men, resolute in your desire

determined to f**k over the townspeople 

like you decided when they first turned away, 

saw you for what you are: 

nothing

Just some black distant star. 

Reviews

[Ban Heo]

This poem is great and I'm surprised no one has commented on it yet! I feel like the transition between the 1st and 2nd stanza is a bit too sudden but I really like way you begin and the way you end.

[Jesse Lancaster]

Thanks for noticing. I find that a lot of my poems tend to transition strangely and I sort of just accepted that it was my "style". I decided to try and connect them and it turned out better than expected. Again, thanks for the review.