Eliminate Words

By trekkiepirate

I wrap a red bandana

around my head and grip

my keyboard tightly. I

make my way across the

poem. I don’t want to watch

my phrases dies, ink dribbling

out of their mouths, but I

must, I have my orders.

I stop. Listen. Scrambling

for its life is the phrase,

“the moon wrote sonnets

across their skin”. It sees me

and holds up all nine syllables

as if to say, “What harm could

I really do? I’m only seven

words, who’s even going to

notice if you let me slide by?”

“I would,” I reply, tapping out

a funeral march with the

backspace key.

I see the family. A

stanza of sentences all

huddled around each other,

trying desperately to advance

the poem’s plot, but they fail.

I say a prayer for their souls

and try to ignore the fear in

their eyes as I obliterate them.

A tiny ‘the’ stumbles along,

wondering where the rest

of its sentence went. I want

to let it stay, it’s only a baby

word. But even the babies can

grow up to ruin a whole piece.

I look away.


Eliminate Words

Created: Jun 30, 2010


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