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Kathryn Smith Poem
Avalanches
They have no enemy
Not an ounce of bloodlust
No regret
No discrimination between evening
Day
Night
Neither the sun nor the moon
And yet they are so reckless
The nameless mountain, that frightful thing
So quick to pulverise the living
No reaction to the brooding look in the eyes of the elk
Who promptly learns that
Sometimes
The killer does not have a weapon
Or teeth
Claws
Not even a hungry stomach that needs to be satisfied
So
If the truth is that
A human’s conscience
Is more complex and speculative
Than that of an elk’s
I could not imagine
The hopelessness that a human may feel
I think that first
After the cuckoo of the mountain
And the sound of peril
comes the shock
Perhaps slight profanity
Confusion
Analyzation
Then realization
That nothing can be done
And that in just a few moments,
Run as fast as you can
But
You will, in fact
Be nothing
Copyright © Kathryn Smith | Year Posted 2016
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Kathryn Smith Poem
You're a myth that I cannot explain
Unheard of, perhaps
But the consequence is the same
The moments you care are what intrigue me the most
But loyalty is dead
A contrary anecdote
Fascination is key to lure the lamb in to stay
But this story is different
The lion is the prey
I'm just an albatross that drives you insane
Your cannibalism for my soul
I soar through your veins
And when I try to push the burdens out of my mind
Lasty, you linger
From the strength I cannot find
So continue I will
“You aren’t real
You aren’t real.”
Copyright © Kathryn Smith | Year Posted 2016
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