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APED: "why a raven is like a writing-desk"

March 26th, 2009 (09:31 pm)

brewsternorth requested a poem about why a raven is like a writing-desk.

A raven and a writing-desk are quite alike, you see.
A writing-desk is made of wood. It's fashioned from a tree.
Which ravens sit on. That's not why. Listen, now, to me --
a raven's like a writing desk. The wood, now, that's the key.

Other things are built of wood. Chests, and chairs, and stools.
And coffins. No, don't turn away. Avoiding death's for fools.
You'll get one, too, when you die. It's nature's harshest school.
A coffin and a writing desk -- both hewn from wood, with tools.

A coffin's not for every man. It's something of a prize.
The soldier on the battlefield won't get one when he dies.
Not at first. Or not at all. They rot beneath the skies.
The men lie on the field, and bloat. The ravens eat the eyes.

A raven's like a writing desk. And here is why that's said:
A coffin's what you might have had -- but you get them, instead.


Posted by: silk_noir (silk_noir)
Posted at: March 27th, 2009 02:14 am (UTC)

Dude, you're on the verge of getting panties flung at you.

Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: March 27th, 2009 04:56 am (UTC)
unfair to batgirl

Only the verge?


Posted by: Coaster (coasterchild)
Posted at: March 27th, 2009 04:51 am (UTC)
jon's thinkyface

Dude, seriously, you're getting way too good at this. This one is all whimsical and you-don't-quite-know-where-it's-going, then, oh wow. Totally gave me chills, in such a good way.

Wonderful job.

Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: March 27th, 2009 05:00 am (UTC)

Thanks muchly. I really liked how this one came out, too.

Posted by: Maire (mkcs)
Posted at: March 27th, 2009 10:19 am (UTC)

Your own answer? It's a good one, anyway.

Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: March 27th, 2009 02:16 pm (UTC)

Yup, mine. I marked this one as something I'd have to think about -- why is a raven like a writing desk? And I was screening a bucket of dirt when I suddenly realized, *They're what you get instead of a coffin.*

I think the answer was the hard part.

Posted by: vito excalibur (vito_excalibur)
Posted at: March 27th, 2009 01:46 pm (UTC)

This one is really, really good.

Having said that, a nitpick:

The "nature's harshest school" line reminds me of the serial killer who testified that he thought he had taught his victims a valuable lesson. Anything that happens to you as you're dying is not really a teaching experience, no?

Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: March 27th, 2009 02:20 pm (UTC)

My idea was that "the harshest school" is the realization that you are not, in fact, immortal. I don't know about other people, but I suspect that it'll take me a while yet to lose the teeny tiny kernel of faith that I am a special snowflake and CANNOT die because it means the world ends. I think it's the last spark of childhood, that tiny little egotist's voice that insists that you are the pivotal figure on which all depends!

You're not, of course, but the realization that you aren't may not hit until the very end.

Posted by: doctor_alice (doctor_alice)
Posted at: March 28th, 2009 12:53 am (UTC)

I sense a John Ringo influence here: ravens and battlefields.

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