Quote:
You're walking down a
deserted street with your wife
and two small children.
Suddenly, a Terrorist with a huge knife
comes around the corner,
locks eyes with you,
screams obscenities,
raises the knife, and charges at you...
You are carrying a
Kimber 1911 cal. 45 ACP, and you are an expert shot.
You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family.
What do you do
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That is some of the finest poetry I've ever read. It started out with an obvious haiku influence, then employed shocking imagery as a bridge stanza...leading directly to the haunting conclusion, and the age-old question "what do you do?" What do you do, indeed? Striking.
I think it needs to go in "Creative Expressions."
