
My blackened heart has been called
To witness the death of humanity, ity, ity
By his own stupidity, ity, ity
My blackened head has been called
To the birth of a monster, ster, ster
At his mother’s side, ide, ide
My blackened soul has been called
To witness the death of our home, ome, ome
As it burns to the ground, ound, ound
My blackened sanity has been called
To witness the death of insanity, sanity, sanity
As humanity, manity, manity
Finally learns he is the reason for his own demise, mise, mise
My blackened body has been called
To witness its own death, eath, eath
As my personal Armageddon burns, burns, burns
Taking us out and away from the technoevil, evil, evil AGE
© July 2019 R Leach
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this older post explains how i feel at the moment just plain tired of the covid monster.
Effectively conjures something, akin to a spreading virus – an interesting and original approach here…
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That read was interesting! Thank you
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I can’t help but visualize the speaker as standing on a mountain peak with their words echoing in the valley. I think a person would have to be profoundly blind, deaf, and mute not to see the end looming for us. It’s the secret everyone knows but nobody speaks — unless you’re the person on the mountain 😉
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Scott has described what I thought as I read your poem …. I enjoyed the echo echo echo.
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I LOVE THIS.
You present such an interesting and intriguing poem, especially with the echoes. Although, I can’t help but visualize that it’s not echoes but rather the poet repeating the fragment of the word that was parted. 😀
“My blackened heart has been called
To witness the death of humanity, ity, ity
By his own stupidity, ity, ity”
Honestly, these are my favorite lines. There’s so much death in humanity in different ways of grief and loss. It metamorphoses us into different people, never the same; and it causes that emotional build-up and vulnerability as expressed in this piece. At least, that’s my personal interpretation and as with poetry, it’s all subjective. I think you used a really clever form of repetition; it keeps your readers on their feet, and as with all things in humanity and stupidity (here and there, of course), we can have short attention spans. Clearly, with this piece, you’ve kept all of our attentions and more! We are listening, poet. We are listening to your Armageddon.
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Thank you
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This poem is so powerful with its echoes! I feel as though we are standing on the edge of an abyss…
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Thank you
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Quite powerful. I found it interesting….since I have always been so interested in language to see the word “insanity” change into “sanity”. Would that it could be that easy! Just the elimination, erasure of two small letters….to change the world.
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This is incredibly potent! We are no doubt living in darker times where humanity is hanging by a thread.
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Love the echo technique
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The echo is very effective… almost like it mocks you, especially when the meaning changes. Manity makes me think of manic…
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Chilling and effective with the repetition. I see how Covid brought this poem back to your mind!
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