poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Selective Reading
JFThompson

Through the crowd he slips
 1
a drop of rain in a downpour
 2
 
 
Opposing the wind, angling sharply
 3
the newspaper grasped in one hand,
 4
around him the crowd ebbing and flowing
 5
to distinct flashes of walk and don’t walk
 6
 
 
 
 
trees sway out of place
 7
trying to grab a foothold in
 8
concrete
 9
and as cars drive past
 10
newspapers skitter hurriedly to either sides  
 11
as catatonics in the nurses hand
 12
 
 
Then he turns a corner
 13
leaving behind the passionless music of the city  
 14
his shadow trudging behind him
 15
almost completely swallowed in the
 16
obscured edges and shadows of an afternoon
 17
slowly relinquishing to the night
 18
 
 
Hunting through the pages
 19
 
 
In the papers today,
 20
he sees a fall in the Aussie dollar  
 21
some guy being sued for negligence
 22
he grins
 23
and evils banished by gunfire and death
 24
while politicians struggle through
 25
the blood
 26
 
 
Skip past it
 27
 
 
Its so easy to skip past
 28
when the screams are silent
 29
 
 
A kitten was bashed to death
 30
three teenagers
 31
a baseball bat…
 32
Another bombing,
 33
aids related deaths,
 34
a protest massacre,
 35
global warming…
 36
And his football team won  
 37
pausing, he reads the article
 38
 
 
A rape catches his gaze for a moment and he looks up
 39
seeing he is alone  he reads a bit of it
 40
then beside it he sees another murder,
 41
maybe a serial killer?
 42
Flicking past a country hurled indifferently  
 43
to the dark ages,
 44
a hundred thousand dead and counting,
 45
(or so the statistics say)
 46
he starts to search once more
 47
until then, yes there it is,
 48
the sports page
 49

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