blood in the streets---Poetry Thursday

After a long summer break, Poetry Thursday has come up with an idea of "taking one of the poems we’ve already written and use the last line of that poem as a jumping-off point for an entirely new poem" or "why not (with proper attribution, of course) use the last line of a published poem as the first line (or even title!) of an original poem.." i.e. last lines, first lines.

I have taken the last line of Neruda's "I'm Explaining a Few Things" and used as the first line for the following poem.



come and see the blood in the streets-
bodies severed, tangled, unrecognisable
spilt red fluid ties them as nothing else did

your fight has gone too far, don’t you think?
children orphaned, revenge is in charge
yet another generation pulled into it.

a lone man holds his head in his hand
pictures of horror embedded in his mind
knowing not what was it that hit.

sirens of doom foretell unheard terror
ignoring the dead, picking the severed;
sound of a child’s cry fills the street.

come and see the blood in the streets-
although, why would you even think of it,
it is not your blood trickling, is it?

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This goes out for all those who think that violence can solve all problems ailing this world--- world leaders, Religious fanatics....you name it, they are at it.

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