Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

The Pack

by Tan Bucho

If a dark humour crushed
A fragile family of loners,
The laughter would clang in this empty space.
Whoever you are, were you to die,
I would be inconsolable.
The family would miss you.
Life takers should come nuzzle with the pack.
Try our teeth and claws.
You may be different,
Though burden, sounds ungraceful.
On this verge, all are waiting for the moonrise.

See the dinosaurs,
Protecting stashes:
Goods, clothing.
Forgetting a lot.
To be a comfort;
Just be a comfort to each other.

Added: 17.03.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


I'm afraid the meaning is just too obscure. I would have enjoyed this poem far more had I had a clearer idea of what it was about.