We have a winner. Teenbookreview killed the poem with the final line, “Alone and buried in the snow.” I’ll be sending her the grand prize very shortly.
Update: it looks like I declared a winner a tad too early (I was having trouble converting from Greenwich time). Charlotte swooped in like a ninja at the last minute with a final line. The solution: Charlotte and Teenbookreview will each receive a copy of the book.
Here is the collaborative poem:
Kill This Poem
The name of this poem is its fate.
How quickly will it meet its death
Pushing forward to the end date
And quickly losing all its breath
It sheds its words onto the ground
Discarded there to rot
And ever more shall we discern
That our words are worth naught
But is the poem an empty shell?
Or does it have deep meaning that is sought?
My words may ring the final bell
Then deathly silence is their lot.
Alone and buried in the snow
The pages, blank, tell tales of woe.
And a big thank you to all the runner-up poets: