Crayons
By: Harrison Chiu
Ah-zure,
That was it!
The crayon in that
The shiny, pretty packet
Daddy bought it for me on my birthday
Daddy’s shirt was azure
Yes, Daddy shirt pretty morning
That color on his shirt is ugly
Daddy, it’s not naptime!
Why are you nappy on Mommy’s floor?
Mommy tells me not to sleep on the floor, not fair!
Daddy?
Why won’t you move?
What’s that red stuff, Daddy?
I’m scared…
Martyr
By:
Harrison Chiu
Damn
you, damn you, damn you.
I’ll
sing the hymns, raise the flags
I’ll
bang the drums, ring the bells
Cursing
you under my breath
Even
in Death,
I
can never defeat you
Stain
your memory,
Make
people see you like you are!
Your
crimes wiped clean
Your
sins forgotten
In
a breathless blaze of glory
Venerated,
remembered, retold
I
hate you, martyr,
Your
damn piety overcoming mistakes
I
envy you, martyr,
A
single act atoning your soul
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