Pacifist
Like a camouflaged monarch
zipping shut death’s door.
I 'm a scrawny, eager kid still
too shy to kiss a girl.
The grim reaper of 58,000 jerking
my little piece of the American dream.
But,
don’t mind me,
I just used
to bag the dead.
Became everyday for me
to look upon the stale and fallen.
Stagnant expressions upon me
sealing wistful eyes
valiantly with my bare fingers.
Days of closeness
with the plastic fleece of finality
are over.
Been three decades
but my mind still sees the faces...
Every.
Single.
One.
I am still now...
oppressed with regrets
locked away, raving to myself,
for no one understands
the ramblings of savage dreams.
No pity please, someone had to,
lest the bodies would pile high and remind us
of how vulnerable we are to
our spiteful ignorance,
where no one really wins.
But
don’t mind me,
I just used to bag the dead.
3 comments:
How very Beautiful And Deep, so if in your walk of life, you see an older Man with Long-hair and and his freedom t-shirt with holes, it is a reminder, that we as Caring humans should not only share a smile and a kind word, better yet, share your wealth, your dollar may make the difference~ could it be they are begging on the street corners, for the pain they have inside has indeed consumed their lifes, hopefully our lives as God's children~
Well said, my Beautiful Daughter~ love you and you are a messenger~ Momma xo
Exactly mom...thank you for your kind comment...Love you deeply!!
As the wife of a Vietnam veteran, I get a small view of what these men carry with them... your piece is painfully beautiful.
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