Hakeem Rahim

Weapons - Poem by Hakeem Rahim

Like david I grasped my slingshot,
propelled shooting stars cross vacant galaxies,
flung boomerang through wind tunnels with notes of '143s'
praying for their safe return.

Threw potion dipped spears at cupid in angst who shot back arrows.
I lined pawns and rooks with stolid gaze ready to go to wars
in epic battles,
fighting vishnu and krishna,
fighting like and dislike...
love and hate-
300 soldiers aligned against misformed creatures...

Hammers and sickles,
pronounced death and destruction with every strike...

We labored in these days through fields of poppies,
high on the notes of troubadours' c#s and g flats...
they sang of playful lovers joyous only in their morning
breath risen to fight the day.

Gatling guns with rapid fire diction could not move fast enough...
pits of formed quicksand not thick enough,
bobbie traps not slick enough, to hide you from me.
And I with open palms and little training
go against these weapons of love with little hope of winning,
I gracefully submit.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 27, 2010

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