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Tyler Lynn Pulliam
Poems
Aug 2013
Like Ashes, I Crumble (A Midwestern Tsunami)
An unusual crowd gathers
I can make out faces through every window
Blank, staring, sea of faces
Eyes fixed on the hillside across the way
My house seems only an obstruction
An optical obstacle obscuring an oncoming out pour
Unblinking they look at that overgrown hill
Where the wild brush spreads and those old rails stay planted
Stretching east to west
Those ******* rails that those ******* trains
would rumble down at four in the morning
Blaring their horns and shaking my bed
Until the sun woke up on schedule, like clockwork
Over and down the hillside, water starts to trinkle
Slipping and sliding
How ghastly it grows
From stream to spout
to rivers with rapids
Until the tidal wave shows its face - blank, staring
Eyes fixed on me
In the face of the end, I turn and flee
So many loved ones and trinkets to save
But the water is up to my knees
And the crowd - unmoving, unthinking
Without a gasp or a word of dismay
They open their mouths to drink in the doom
Parched since the prelude for the secession of air
Too late for nostalgia
Impact.
Empty handed the crow and dove shall return
Written by
Tyler Lynn Pulliam
Niantic, IL
(Niantic, IL)
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