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ReaperMen

Contributed by spike on Friday, 15th December 2006 @ 05:42:17 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry







the raggedy man blew into town
his shadow posse, following close;
the dusty whirls went quiet when
the reapers came to take us then

the chaparral was dry as dust -
tinder waiting to ignite;
the ground baked brittle by the sun
cracked under the boots of the hollow men

no one knew who was to die;
only that it would be more
than what is taken in a year -
that’s why the reaper men were here

they set up digs on the verge of town,
a crumbling store with a bone thin porch
a presence setting the town on edge -
like a jumper pondering the ledge

dying isn’t the hardest part -
the waiting, that’s the living hell
for when buzzards start circling high
the living know that death is nigh




time has past but they’re still here,
the raggedy man and his dead eyed crew
patiently waiting under the sun -
preparing to reap the chosen ones.




Copyright © spike ... [ 2006-12-15 05:42:17]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: ReaperMen (User Rating: 1 )
by Wilder on Friday, 15th December 2006 @ 06:50:27 AM AEST
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I love any poem/story I read about The Old West and i especially like this one:

"the raggedy man nd his dead eyed crew"

was my favourite line. Good job!

=)
(p.s. if you hvae a moment, i'd appreciate it if you could read my latest poem and leave a comment? thanks alot)


Re: ReaperMen (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 16th December 2006 @ 05:43:34 AM AEST
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Very good work, my friend.
huggs,
emy


Re: ReaperMen (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 21st December 2006 @ 07:00:10 PM AEST
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Cooool!! Very cool tale!!!!!!!




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