Sitting on a hill
naked and proud
(he had much to be proud of)
He became fascinated with the man
who was standing
magnifying glass in hand
burning ants.
Their little bodies,
metallic like monsters
singed beyond comprehension
and he was happy with the man.
This man showed no remorse
for such a murderous event
in fact he even missed
the 'ant' metaphor
in the grand scheme of things
the scurrying
the working
the co habitation
the team building exercise
the queen
the hierarchy
all man saw
all man wanted
was death
through glass and heat.
So on his hill
he stood tall
and instantly became a fan of symmetry
when he picked up a giant looking glass
and burnt this man to toast.
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I have decided to repost these as individual poems, they are taken from my poetry book I published on Amazon.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fallen-Angel-Mr-Darren-Connor/dp/1492989223
Some of the older members have already read these and I thank them
Just a quick fix to get my number of poems up. I was probably a bit quick publishing, some of these need more work.
There is inherent comedy in each of these pieces that runs throughout, but now and again, there is just full on, slap in the face humour - often at the end. This one, quite literally, had me laughing out loud! Anyway, didn't that man deserve it?