I am a monster grim
for I kill all life in a fiery flash.
When I get though with them
there is nothing left but a fine ash.
I consume living plants.
Frightened animals I will fry.
Lizards don’t have a chance.
All the birds away they fly.
If you see me running free,
you will swear I’m alive.
How do you fight me,
when nothing can survive?
Your precious home I will eat.
On your valuable crops l will feed.
Metal melts in my heat.
Those in my path should take heed.
If I come after you,
Will you be prepared?
Just what will you do
to see that you are spared?
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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This poem is a fictional exploration of the historical figure known as Jack the Ripper, written to reflect on one of history’s most infamous unsolved mysteries. It is not intended to glorify violence or disrespect the victims of these tragic events. The purpose is artistic and historical, aiming to provoke thought and discussion. Reader discretion is advised due to the dark subject matter.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
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