Memento Mori No More
“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.” —Dante Alighieri, Inferno
Pit
ter-patter, the rai
n.
mirrored the p
ai
n.
of All
en's
short, un
eventful
22 years.
rain he no lon
ger hear
d.
No
one heard
for two y
ears.
D
rought rip
ped
like
Katrina
through New Orleans.
Where I sat wait
ing
Who de
cided that disen
franchised you
th was a
unique persona
lit
y trait?
S
till, the rai
n
pitter-patters
pain mirrors
of All
en's
ours
l
if
e we le
ad
ground
ed stud
y
in scar
let
death we heed
rain stop
ped
t
he beast ro
ams
the moors, roams
As a you
th, All
en had al
ways be
en disen
franchised.
drought s
till
dried and burnt
a crust
in its wake
Our Wake
Like All
en's
aft
er 22 y
ears.
Divine the come
dy
Temper
ance
divide the conquered
fort
itude
di
vine the waters
when love
it comes
far too
late
to rev
ive
All
en is
us
memorial memento
mori no more
The wor
ld p
layed to a dif
ferent b
eat of t
he d
rum than All
en's.
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: The second of the most experimental poems I've done in recent months. Open to a lot of interpretation. Don't be scared. I noticed that the one linked below got read, but not many comments were made. Wondered if it was due to uncertainty about what to say? I don't bite, and there are no right or wrong answers. Additionally, I have another strange poem forthcoming that could be seen as a satirical critique of the above.
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