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:

• Kelly Fineman
• E.L. Foster
• Izzy Neis
• Kelly
• cloudscome

I will post the first line of a collaborative poem, and the person who adds the final line in the comments “kills” the poem. And wins a signed copy of Kaimira: The Sky Village.

A line is judged as “final” when 48 hours passes without anyone else adding a new line.

I’m going to start out with the assumption of ABAB CDCD EFEF and so on, but breaking out of that won’t disqualify anyone.

This should go pretty quickly, because I don’t have a large readership.

Kill This Poem

The name of this poem is its fate.

So, who is the brave soul willing to add the second line?   Thanks, Kelly!