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There's an event called A Day at the Races where poets go to the horse races and they each pick a horse name at random from each of the seven races and then use that name as a prompt for a poem. At the end of the day, we read out the 'winning' poem from each race and then whatever other poems we think turned out pretty good. It's a fun day.
This is poem 07 from race 07 and my horse's name was It's In Command.
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The rapture is a megaphone
poking down through the clouds
and every order must be followed
to the letter
and it tells us
to drown and burn
to dance and crush
each other
to ignite and destroy
the termite the earth
and gasoline our eyes
to treat destruction as a competition
it tells us
it tells us
you are all that matters
it’s open season on everyone else
God gets us to kill ourselves with the simplest sentence:
“You are my favorite and you deserve it all.”
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This is poem 07 from race 07 and my horse's name was It's In Command.
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The rapture is a megaphone
poking down through the clouds
and every order must be followed
to the letter
and it tells us
to drown and burn
to dance and crush
each other
to ignite and destroy
the termite the earth
and gasoline our eyes
to treat destruction as a competition
it tells us
it tells us
you are all that matters
it’s open season on everyone else
God gets us to kill ourselves with the simplest sentence:
“You are my favorite and you deserve it all.”
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