a poem (1 Viewer)

[Richiee]

Seventeen pounds heavy in the base
Exactly ten feet from the danger sign.
Vandals had less chaos-lust than these
Ecstatic children of our mores and malls.
Now they tumble, burning, molten steel
To their molds like white-hot waterfalls,
Empty, plunging hearts too sheer to freeze
Each time the lights go on, the worlds align,
No wall of sound across one's ravaged face.


what do you understand about this poem and what is it saying to you? I need some more ideas so yeah

 

[kimmeh]

sounds like someone's complaining about living in the inner west

 

[silvermoon]

i guess you could interpret this as a social comment on today's youth - materialistic, haven't got anything really to do so they like to create chaos and disorder, no emotional maturity/emphathy/understanding etc.

what do u have 2 use the poem for?