Victorclaude
Victorclaude
Dec 05, 2010

watch how you walk

watch how you walk

last chords of sermon on the mount
echo on playing field

no one paying attention
again
as fans leave the stadium
stubbing their toes on rusty rocks
cursing the world of matter

speaker shakes his head,
spits, and walks away

point is -- doesn't seem
to matter
what masters say to masses
gathered --

be it truth or no --

people need to stop
stubbing their toes.

vcp

5 December 2010

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Country/Region: USA

Favorite Poets: Wallace Stevens

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Comments

S

Kind of hard to concentrate on " great truths " when the pain of every day life keeps intruding. Very nice Victor.........scribbler