We Build to Climax

The poem is read, after he bowed
Listeners, one of whom you are
The first I heard was “The Waking”
And in place of line breaks
The shore’s soft, shapeless waves
To shapeless youth, maturing in their bodies
Are dying, aging unto death
Do them part, the surgeon dismantles
“Atomic bombs!” screams Bono, fighting
Soldiers are at war, nation’s disintegrate
Molecules into sugary drinks, lemonade
Stands made my first buck
Spent on candy (not stolen)
Like Mark would when he was 14
Birds flying over carnivorous cities
Grow and throb, fueled by energy
And significance, building to the climactic
Silence amongst the crowd.

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