Tie a bow that strangles

This tree felled for no reason.

These lights bring darkness.

This lunch sickening.

These people ghosts to me.

This short day made shorter.

These singers silenced.

This virus of inhumane computers.

These celebrities should be tortured on television.

This coin

in a pudding

for you 

to choke on.

These twelve days too many.

© swissterrace 2023
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Yes! The rhythm was there from the beginning. I think that’s really clever.


A great poem. The only line that jars for me is:

This virus of inhumane computers.

Inhumane computers?

They function on our human logic, and by themselves are incapable of nothing. If anything the virus is of humanity’s inhumanity.

all the best bhi

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