The bulldozer scoops up
great chunks of earth
digging deep into the soil.
Beside the hole, lies a six foot long
narrow form, wrapped in a tarp.
Between house and hole,
the drag marks are darkened
with blood.
The inimitable has set us a task, At Real Toads, for Words Count With Mama Zen , the inimitable Mama Zen has set us the task, in 50 words or less, of looking out our window and telling what we see - but make it scary. There has been a bulldozer at work at my neighbor's across the fence. So I did some imagining. As far as I know, the body count is still three at his house. Here's another take:
I.
Out the window, silver skies,
birdsong, all earth's creatures
celebrate early spring,
II.
Same window, same scene.
Add acid rain, global warming,
corporate greed, political collusion,
extinction of species.
Try not to despair!
Oooh! I love the ominous tone of the first one, the hint of secrets in the quiet of a suburb. Very good.
ReplyDeleteYour second is all too true - the only truly scary thing is what man brings with him and leaves behind.
One fiction, one fact, and the fact is most likely to cause despair. I don't worry for myself, but for the younger generations, those raising children, those being children, those newly born.
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We need the dark imaginings of the first one to take our minds off of the all too real second one! And, it's kind of nice to know that I'm not the only one that sees a bulldozer and thinks of burying bodies!
ReplyDeleteBravo on both! I've had bulldozer blood both in the back and front of the house--the scars still remain, and--the second--we've still got the bird in the cage--but on the surface, not in the mines.
ReplyDeleteooooooo, well done
ReplyDeleteWow, powerful and so true :D
ReplyDeleteAmazing~
What a coincidence.
ReplyDeleteMy has just been torn up with machines for a sewage system installed (you can see the dirt in the photo on tonight's post). Anyway, I was also imagining a story about digging up a body. But with more thinking, I came up with something different.
Glad I did.
I like yours!
I'm chuckling at 'try not to despair' ...
ReplyDeleteLove it when you let imagination take over ~~ does the neighbor read your blog?
...and there you are peeping from behind your curtains.. ha ha, just kidding.
ReplyDeleteAnd the second... sigh. You had to ruin my fun ;P
Ah, that's reality...hard truths!!
ReplyDeleteSeeking beauty was once the obsession of poets like Keats for whom beauty was truth...but that truth can get ghastly sometimes...that's what we needed to know about this earth! Beautifully written, as always, Sherry! Poignant pieces! Lovely..
ah, love the first one-the drag marks are darkened with blood- perfectly spooky imagery
ReplyDeleteQuick, send for the police! LOL
ReplyDeleteLoved both of your offerings, Sherry. Mystery in the first one and hard truths in the second!
ReplyDeleteOoo...creepy, Sherry...I love all the earthen details...getting into that dirt and then the twist you bring with the blood...great write!
ReplyDeletecreepy and clever - well done Sherry
ReplyDeleteSecond one is scarier than the first, sadly, though both come true in one way or another somewhere every day. Loved your double take, Sherry(it's hard to write just one!)
ReplyDeleteYou really touched on the despair just the sound of a bulldozer makes me uneasy and how you explained the damage done by greed etc. in the second poem, so painfully true. Very nice work, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteSo cool and very menacing! Thanks, Sherry. k .
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