Reporting live from…

Here’s the poem from last Saturday’s prompt. Now we’re even, twenty-two poems in twenty-two days with eight to go.

For today’s prompt, write a report poem. I know, I know: Writing a report sounds about as far away from poetry as flying is to a penguin, but many poems report on a moment or an instance or a scene. In your poem (or poems) today, report on something big and important or small and inconsequential (or small and important–or, well, you get the idea).


Reporting live from…

I had a gas mask
unlike the locals
whose misery is porn
for you back home.

I try my best to remain neutral
but amid such suffering, blame
falls upon the most recent attackers.

Our leaders have tantrums,
wet their pants in the sandbox,
treat people like plastic soldiers,
cities like building blocks.

We don’t care who’s retaliating
for what or who’s deterring
whom. Like our neighbors,
these people’s biggest worry
should be if their boss
likes their work
or how their children
are dealing with peer pressure
not if they’ll survive
the night.

Let’s pray for a merciful god
to save us from the whims
of powerful men.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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5 Responses to Reporting live from…

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    This…thank you


  2. Pingback: Funnyside up – ….Bilocalalia….

  3. ELLE says:

    “I had a gas mask
    unlike the locals
    whose misery is porn
    for you back home.” Wow. Amazing


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