What Rough Beast | Poem for January 8, 2018

Leslie Morris
Minecraft Pantoum for August 2017

I crave safety in Kevlar skin.
Emerald assassins conceal and carry.
I search for the logic of skeleton mobs
by tracing the skin guides back in time.

Emerald assassins conceal and carry.
Shills of revisionist overlays.
I trace the skin guides back in time
to villains with skin of pixeled gold.

Shills of revisionist overlays,
those pigmen mine stagecraft for state.
The villain’s skin is pixeled gold
the gold is pyrite burning to sulfur.

The pigmen mine stagecraft for state.
How different is wrong from evil?
Their gold is pyrite burning to sulfur.
The lingering potion clouds my view.

How different is wrong from evil?
Is it the intent or the lack of remorse?
The lingering potion clouds my view.
Survival mode is just a click away

Is it the intent or the lack of remorse?
Grab bag skins are five for a dollar.
Survival mode is just a click away
as melee bombs shatter resolution.

Grab bag skins are five for a dollar.
I need a cheat engine to feel compassion
while melee bombs shatter resolution.
All our lovely textures render rage.

I need a cheat engine to feel compassion.
as I search for the logic of skeleton mobs.
Our lovely textures now render rage
and I feel no safety in Kevlar skin.

 

Leslie Morris’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Hayden’s Ferry Review, Borderlands, The Texas Observer and other journals. She works as a speech/language therapist in the Austin public schools.

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