the unknowns Poem 24 on Day 24

A quick edit, and now — here it is again!  Poem 24 on day 24 of NaPoWriMo!  Enjoy. 

 

 

the unknowns                                       Max Wolf Valerio 

 

silhouettes of men sewn

into fabric

pinned to walls

 

                         the oval faces expand until they eclipse  —

 

there is a point

an error

in time

that will not return to right

                                     itself – 

 

                                  who are they and why are they here

       

a row of men

standing

the shots are single and target

their chests –

torsos explode

                    in an avalanche

                of

                                    slivers and

                               silver                            shapes

 

terror on soft feet

battens their eyes

to close

 

                           someday – these names will be known

 

 

by Max Wolf Valerio  (c) April, 24, 2012

 

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