It burns my rusty metal skin. The hot torches the men use on me. They finish, but it is not over. A new layer is carried over by a crane. It is getting dark. A hat, how kind, but my head is not cold. I feel they are placing me in solitude confinement. The mountain vista is painted black. The blue skies, with scattered clouds, painted black. Why do they insist on soiling me, covering me in cement? I was once free to hear, to see. Now, I am blind, but I am not alone. So many came before me. It hurts, the holes they drill in me, like Christ being pierced with a spare. I am being lifted once again onto a transportable device. Their chains are tight. TAKE IT OFF ME!! Why can't you hear me? A journey across the desert. At least, I get to travel before I reach my final resting spot. Exhaust fumes leave a stench and layer of residue on my skin. Am I going to hell? This beast, that I am tied to, takes me to the heated land. The sun is warm. And I feel alone, although, three of me siblings are here too. Hell or Heaven? I will never know. Please visit me and let me know.
-Richard Kent
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Hi Richard,
ReplyDeleteThe perspective in this writing is unexpected and refreshing.
There are some incomplete sentences. I think the incomplete sentences and the expression of short, quick idea bursts could work, if you mark them somehow differently from the other sentences. For example: "The mountain vista is painted black. --- The blue skies, with scattered clouds, painted black.--- Why do they insist on soiling me, covering me in cement? I was once free to hear, to see. Now, I am blind, but I am not alone--so many came before me."
Also, small thing: "feel they are placing me in solitude confinement." you could change to "solitary confinement" or solitude, confinement.
Could you please look up the artist David Hammons and bring a book you like on Hammons to class on Thursday, July 9th...