Dizzy Darling


Railyard Deathsquad - Poem by Dizzy Darling

Ten men entered a railyard shanty.
A reel was fed to a projector and fired into the screen

The Bullets lodged in the wall smoked like cigarettes,
as men were hacked up on the flood like mangled camellia.
Through silence there breaks the faint wheezing of souls passing through gauze tunnels

Shooters tiptoe towards the mess plugged into their triggers,
listening for reasons of relfex.
Scared of ghosts tha haunt the rusty room windows,
ghosts have no place to go but against the glass.

Then a distant train whirs through the western edge of the prairie
and the demure bodies begin to murmer and dance.
The light rips through flesh, bullets riccochet,
from the floor, the pipes, the wall, and the dead.

The ships crash on the ocean waves,
while the ceiling rested on the lights brigade,
buttons held together by jackets openly displayed,
and nobody emerged...expounded in nature (born from sorrow.)


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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 5, 2011


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