So I like to write poetry. I rarely go back to rework and improve my pieces, as a good writer should. I'm beginning to pick up the practice, but sometimes the fun of poetry is the raw impression, unadulterated by reworking. The poem, "Down Goes the Jack-Rabbit" is a once worked poem I just wrote. I am not sure if I will go back and rework some of it or not, but I'd like to hear some thoughts.
Down goes the jack-rabbit
As the gun echoes
Off the bare mountains
The moon's tenebrous shadow
Casts upon the hunter
As the pale light determines a halo
Marking the innocence of the lost
Whose glory creeps into the wooded trees
As time cycles by
And the hunter pursues no more.
Down goes the passerby
As the pistol cracks
Off the abased brick high rise
The lamp's cruel spotlight
Kindles the addict
As the dusk coats the perished
Blanketing him in eternal safety
Whose name slips into the cracks
As the hour passes
And the addict accosts no more
Down goes the soldier
As the bomb resonates
Off the bleach-white sandy dunes
The beating sun's blazing eclipse
Dims the terrorist
As the sheen musters honor
The solidarity in bravery cherished
Whose title dusts his fallen comrades
As the tempo drones on
And the terrorist hates no more
Down goes the coffin
As a mother's heart breaks
Off the parlor's sallow walls
Overcast window's tinted glow
Smolders the President
As the rays highlight the red, white and blue
Freedom rings forward in love
Whose legend inspires
As time stops
And the President pursues no more
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