Knock, Knock; You're Dead
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Thursday, September 11, 2003
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Knock a moth off a door,
it falls, and hides in a precarious position
in the bright deep night, because of
your action. A foraging scorpion
chances upon the mite, and eats it.
Did you cause the death of the insect?
Or were you a victim of the moth’s fate?
Does the act stain your soul?
Will you ever know?
Knock a child off a chair,
he falls, and hides in a fetal position
in the deep night bright, you’ve accomplished
living murder. Ridiculed, muted, angry,
conditions curry a serial killer.
Did you cause the suffering of his victims?
Or were you a destined provider of death?
Does the thought torture your soul?
Will you admit you know?
Knock a world out of square,
it falls, and hides from its new position,
in the night bright deep, intolerance
massacres conscience. Obsessive hating
contrives to consume morality.
Did you cause the agony of millions?
Or were you a doomed dupe of misfortune?
Does the atrocity deaden your soul?
Will you want to know?
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|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|Dear Erin, for each of the 'it's because of my background' "bad guys", there are at least 10 glorious stories of "good guys" who overcame.. what I love about what you've written is that we need to acknowledge what these atrocities can do.. and that human kindness can change the bad to good.. it's called caring and love.. and you exude that attitude so keenly. When you extend your hand, writing as you do, you remind me that the "good guys" are winning! You provoke.. you also heal. A grande dame you are! love, katy xox.|
|Reviewed by Marvin Kirsh
|Dear erin= cigar shaped world guards will chase the killer mice at play away. I saw them all got on one if they thought they bigger than normal like room and the ships could see thme cause a cloud or two was between them and their up side down above or below place-and with light always where they stood and breathed they moved them selves onto a few of 'em big cigarships or to home or touched a weight to lift themselves a loved one while they moved em. And the ayes theyze see they breathed to alive and moved along the same with em. Marven|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
this one knocks the breath out of you--thought provoking and powerful write
(((HUGS))) and love,
|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|Powerful comparative thinking. Excellent, Erin.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Very powereful write Erin!!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|No I don't feel blame. You did write a very good "thinking" poem but I, for one, am sick of the blame game. I suppose in future generations we will jail and electrocute parents and friends of the mass murderer rather than the murder himself. I have looked deep Erin and I feel what I have just written deeply. You are responsible for your own actions EVEN if your background has been less than good.|
|Reviewed by Londis Carpenter
|Oh my? very deep and provokative thoughts.Questions needing answers. Had you never ask them, we would not have had to search for answers., so I don't know whether to applaud you or hate you...(just kidding). this was one of the deepest poems i have read here.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Erin, WOW, for some reason I could identify to that, felt it inside...I really enjoyed this write as I do all your works...thanks, ED|
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Erin...powereful write my friend....enjoyed!!!|