New Poets Wednesday: Brian Cardrant
Updated: Sep 29, 2021
BRIAN CARDRANT IS A STUDENT AT POST UNIVERSITY IN WATERBERG, CONNECTICUT. HE IS ALSO A POLICE OFFICER AND A POET. IN HIS WORDS, “WRITING HELPS ME PUT THOUGHT TO PAPER. OFTEN IT IS A MUST BECAUSE I WRITE POLICE REPORTS DAILY.”
Weather the Storm (Pantoum) We adjust to the bunk bed that we built together Now that I’ve been sent on my way. All these years we’ve got between us Our love is true, but shifted gears. Now that I’ve been sent on my way To return to with who I was born, Our love is true, but shifted gears. Our children will continue to march forward To return to with who I was born, A place of comfort, peace, and tranquility. Our children will continue to march forward While we together weather the storm. A place of comfort, peace, and tranquility. A bit of sadness, with disciplined relief; While we together weather the storm Find our ways to our inner peace A bit of sadness, with disciplined relief. A few games and some chatter, we Find our ways to our inner peace. We adjust to the bunk bed that we built together The Convergence of the Anguished and the Paladins” Tires skid and come to a halt, When two servants enter the arena of pain. The desperate brother opens a barricaded door While he begs for help and directs them to the show. The paladins enter, with a hasty plan for the unknown To find the anguished, demanding the end to be served. The anguished has married a buck knife to his neck An arterial kiss that’s intended to bring him his death. “Shoot me!” he cries out, in epic desperation Surrounded by his family, children and all. With the paladins’ pleads, the desperation grows, Within all who are present, “why won’t he let go? With a cocaine induced rage, he saws at his neck As his children scream, and beg for an end. With bloodshot eyes and teeth clenched, a thought crosses his mind A menacing gaze precedes a charge, they’ll kill me this time. The laser dots placed and a loud pop fills the room His body locks up and he smacks ground. The paladins converge with the anguished on the floor. With steel cuffs the incident ends, but they’ll surely meet again.
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