the definitive stab of an icicle
dents the constituency, the very heart of its people
driven, needle-pointed, sent forth with a goal of hatred
it gestures like a delicate distraction--
flushing all again with a tint like blood
the human being is a very complicated contraption:
shining like clean bright gold,
treacherous like some slick stone
a person peeled skinless with the nerves laid bare
defines the narrow category of guilt versus innocence in this game
deep-set blue eyes, blazing like pale ice as he lies
are an untidy blue serge in the souls of the people
he pours upon them words like so much cold, cathartic rain
wiping them clean of all true conviction,
forming humanity into a great mass of uncreated clay
they stare, faces as smooth as marble--
and as emotionless as some slick stone.
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the person peeled skinless. Is that yours or Warren's? I like that image. I like the whole piece that you have written. I also like the cold icicle in the shape of a knife as it stabs. And I like the alliteration of the slick stone. Is that yours or his? The way you have placed it all together works for me as a reader. Nice job! - elmeer
person peeled skinless and the slick stone were both warren's, and I loved them, especially slick stone. the first really applied to what I was trying to say, so I was glad to be able to incorporate it here. thank you!
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