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"Body Drops, Dead From Falling"
by Jeph Johnson
the body drops, dead from falling
ladies walking
tiptoe dancing
across the street of fame
distracting talking
can't be fancy
without the strobe to blame
rip cord pulls
parachute testing
like an arrow aimed at the ground
tampering fools
quite clandestine
corruption can't be found
lights are flashing
spots proclaiming
this is the place to be
drawing crowds
of onlookers gawking
surrounding their regime
the body drops, dead from falling
I like the acute air of suspense in this poem and the nagging question in my mind as to whether I am one of the crowd of spectators or the body dropping. Great title.
this flows well, i think the best kind of poems are the ones that roll off the tongue. w.