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James Alexander Poem
I drive my route over the bridge.
I see a small figure sit in the street,
staring me down.
A black puppy glares at me.
I swerve away from the tiny life
that could end mine.
My white semi smashes into useless railings,
and lunges over the ledge of the gray bridge.
Dangling by wires and grinding metal,
hearing tires screech and metal morph.
I catch my breath.
Searching for an escape,
I hear shouts and cries from above.
I climb out of the truck and grab the wire.
Snap… and I fall back in the truck.
Another wire becomes visible and within reach.
It guides me to the rough rocky road.
Allofasudden, the wire snaps.
Allofasudden, the trailer falls.
Allofasudden, a hand hoists me up.
I am safe.
Copyright © James Alexander | Year Posted 2011
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James Alexander Poem
He stalks the prey—
picks the perfect time
to eliminate efficiently.
The silver metallic barrel leads
to the mechanism,
controlled by the black,
gloved finger of a sniper.
Lurking in the shadows
he waits
…patiently
to destroy the innocent.
Bullets beat the brain
like the fists of an angry husband.
Crimson tears spread
down cheeks of beings.
Anger turns into fiery hatred.
Black and blue marking
the once pale faces and bodies.
Out in public not caring
of witnesses.
Humanity’s violent demise.
Copyright © James Alexander | Year Posted 2011
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