Thursday, June 5, 2008

To My Old Man

Murmuring words now found by this wind

swept clean purified by something deep within

sinking you far below the tide

drowning you, instead of letting you hide

You are no more you have lost your grip

I no longer must stare at your dirty face

you are gone and you have been permanently replaced

new wings sprout out of these broken bones

baby skin aglow a different tone

brilliant eyes radiating a soft light

muscles expand with new strength and might

You are no more

You are gone with yesterday

You are forever erased

sunk down in slippery clay


(2004)

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