Tomorrow’s prompt deals with “stealing” ideas from other writers. And this week, I found myself doing just that. Awesome writer and all- around cool guy Brent Mesick posted the line “All the dictators of my youth are dying” as his Facebook status the other day, and I asked if I could borrow that line for a poem. He said yes.
A couple of hours later, I had a draft that started with that line and spoke of not only dictators but also of the demise of other scary things in my youth. I am still tinkering with the poem, but here is the first stanza. Thanks, Brent.
All the dictators of my youth are dying, on the big screens of televisions
and on the small screens of cell phones, at the bottoms of oceans, swathed
in rags, covered in blood, exposed, deposed, all the power drained from
their very human limbs. Statues topple. Flags wave. Someone checks a list.