I think this might be my favorite poem from the mothers' day contest:
Aren’t “Humans” Supposed to “Know Better”?: A KFC Indictment
by Chelsea Elmore
I cower, trying to make myself as small as possible.
My friends are all dead, bunched on top of me
Like I’m sure I will be; just another lifeless ignorant.
“They don’t know any better! Hahahah!”
Who doesn’t know any better?
I know when my legs have been broken.
I know when my ribs are crushed.
I know that I will soon suffocate.
Terrified, I just hope it comes quick.
Laying on the cold concrete that is my life,
I can feel my fat body being lifted once again,
And for a moment, I’m weightless.
BLACKNESS, an interlude of blessed unconsciousness.
Lifted again, this time my left leg snaps,
As its grated, bleeding, into more metal.
And I’m upside down as I see spots.
A flash and burning on my neck,
Will it ever end, as another blackness rushes in? |
