Tripo Bridges

He was a serious young poet.
He lived without television.
Read his poem:

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Wild Eyes


Convince the child that he must die,
Survival calls for transformation
To see with tested, wild eyes.

Because time’s indifference will never try
To explain truths through contemplation,
Convince the child that he must die.

A wrinkle on your forehead lies
In wait, with graceful expectation,
To see through tested, wilder eyes.

The secrets of the brave and wise
Are not attained by procrastination,
So convince the child, that he must die.

From the hunt you will not fly,
Nor flee the doomsday confrontation
When you see with tested, wild eyes.

When your soul begins to cry,
From fear of your annihilation,
Convince the child that he must die
To see with tested, wild eyes.


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