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Like Gunpowder
Remy Sorkin
Uncuff the radicals and see where they lead us. Their vapor trails will lead where no man has set foot, and the rocks will glow silver and the sun will shine a little brighter there.
This place is called home and it smells like fresh cookies and flower petals, but just underneath is a whiff of something else. Gunpowder maybe?
The forests will become the tapestries, intricately woven and depicting the liberation of humanity. The carpet of bracken and moss will comfort the resting and tired and strengthen the marching masses, but where does that cave lead? The one in the darkness? It smells of gunpowder.
Here the children cannot fight, they are mesmerized by the beauty of the waterfalls and streams. The animals are tame and of almost human like intelligence. They play and dance and entertain, but why does it smell like gunpowder?
One will travel deep into the cave, another will dig into the earth. A third will climb the waterfalls and all three will discover why it smells like gunpowder.
Remy Sorkin has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Remy's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Remy's latest works: