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[ profile] 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.

Date: 2009-03-27 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dude, you're on the verge of getting panties flung at you.

Date: 2009-03-27 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Only the verge?


Date: 2009-03-27 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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.

Date: 2009-03-27 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks muchly. I really liked how this one came out, too.

Date: 2009-03-27 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Your own answer? It's a good one, anyway.

Date: 2009-03-27 02:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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.

Date: 2009-03-27 01:46 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
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?

Date: 2009-03-27 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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.

Date: 2009-03-28 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I sense a John Ringo influence here: ravens and battlefields.

Date: 2010-03-16 06:44 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] nomelon
I just paused in watching AIW to come and read this because the title had caught my eye previously and I really needed to know... and now I'm all topsy turvy about it. The rhythm of this was amazing. Beautifully done.

Date: 2018-11-02 07:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] alexseanchai
*is creeped* well done


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