The Subject of Our Denial.
A free verse poem, Tony Malzone
You can see for miles. Like little lives trapped in a vile. An experiment of coincidental survival, the subject of our denial. We don’t know how far it’ll go. It’s something we’d love to know. Up there and over we go. Forever we’ll watch, forever we’ll never know. It’s a sunset of gold, it’s the time we spend, spent before old. Watch the world go by, the birds fly high, the clouds paint the sky. Why are the trees so shy? They never say hi, never say goodbye. Look up and ponder, ask them why. Be the thought you were never taught. The perfect view you always sought. It’s part of your plot, the part you must have forgot. All the laughs you caught, and the smiles you brought. At least you knew. Because right down the road, just a mile or two, lies a beautiful view. The whole city, new. The streets, like little aisles, just a few. From here, you can see for miles. Like little lives trapped in a vile. An experiment of coincidental survival, the subject of our denial.