Thursday, December 5, 2013

Inertia 2

Something was needed,
a weight bearing substance
or a strong back.
 
Only children answered the call.
Only the children stepped forward.
Only the children were called by name.
They were stacked like cordwood.
Their bones burned with
the fierce heat of a black locust.
 
They became the fulcrum.
 
An indifferent world
would not be moved.


Adapted for dVerse 55 word poem prompt.

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