fear the gawking dead
they look without seeing
but it’s the gawking alives
who see without looking
that are way scarier
so kill me if you please
headshot me into a sense of life
trigger my release
force is no answer
raised fists only make more
and reason is empty talk
i can no longer bear this
please bury me under a socle
so kill me if you please
headshot me into a sense of life
trigger my release
and if i do arise
from the grave pyres of alives
i pledge to rub my wild eyes
then look you full on face
not eat it, only feast my ravenous heart
so kill me if you please
headshot me into a sense of life
trigger my release
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
unbolt me 
“gawking alives” is a phrase i’m gonna remember for some time
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I’m very pleased to read that! I’m still not sure how I was even able to come up with it in the first place. I’m not normally so clever!
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Such a good poem!
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Thank you, Antonia. 🙂
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A nice style, I enjoyed the bluntness of expression. From one who is much nearer burial under a socle than you, I hope you continue to enjoy writing 🙂 🙂
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I don’t think we could ever lose the joy of writing, David. And we hope you have many many more years of joyous reading ahead! 😀
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“You see, you see, but you don’t observe!”
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Arthur Conan Doyle. 😉
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Yup.
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