Cailey Martin


Toy People - Poem by Cailey Martin

It amazes me that I still have the capacity
To experience awe; defying the years
That have washed down my throat,
Stinging like saltwater. To think
That this thinking could deter
The narrow people! They have
The slingshots, lobbing their pain
At those beaten and tossed.
Tell me the losing aren’t lost.
The guns are out and pointed in,
Deadly as life itself. We watch
History unfold, rustling; we turn away
From the families of the dead
But raid them with our eyes, hoping
For skeletons, while we keep ours
Safe in closets and call their wounds
Blisters, and them, toy people. No cost.
Tell me the losing aren’t lost.

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Comments about Toy People by Cailey Martin

  • Fabrizio Frosini (8/30/2015 8:32:00 AM)


    ''Tell me the losing aren’t lost.''

    this is a great write, Cailey, indeed. Thanks for sharing
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    Cailey Martin (8/31/2015 10:29:00 AM)

    Thanks for reading.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 30, 2015


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