When The Kite String Pops
by Vito del Valle
The horse drips honey from its eyes,
as the woman sings corridos with her thighs.
The egotist sleeps on a burning cross,
as the soldier weeps for his loss.
The tortured sun races against the fading moon,
as the poppy fields argue and refuse to bloom.
The guilty monkey laughs at his broken arm,
as the Indian in the corner sells his charms.
The murderous crow wipes clean his blade,
as the starving barber cuts the tarantula’s fade.
The trembling white man eats a plate of ash,
as the slippery weasel counts his cash.
The crust-eyed kitten carries a severed finger,
as the stench of death continues to linger.
The black man works the forge, he's covered in sweat,
as the old mangy donkey screams about his debt.
The shriveled businessman hangs from a lonely tree,
as the angry lawyer demands his hard earned fee.
The feathered Mexicans harvest the world’s last crop,
as the petulant child cries when the kite string pops.
Note: Day 2, for the prompt I just tried to write something surreal. I "borrowed" the title for the poem from an album title by a sludge metal band from Louisiana, Acid Bath. Poem #89 for the year.
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