Saturday, October 13, 2012
Poem Submission #16 "Undying Dream"
News from the infirmary hit me harder than whacks from a whip
I bolted at its gurgle, spurning three hands that beckoned my
An hour in the bagnio, now a multitude in black marks?
I stood ruthfully on a crooked road, holding a dying moon in my
Trapped between two horizons;
of death, and of life
Stung by bees of licentious past, and
lost in its legend
Oh die the fruit of this sprouted tree!
Beneath my feet, I shall end this dying moon?
On a train to somewhere, I asked
'How many days are left in the casket of an HIV Joe?'
'Countless scores; excited by its pharmacon'
I thought the answer an allayer, and
was lifted by the two hands of a sweet dawn
I began to re-wheel on the track of life
With believe that my seat of death is uncounted doors away
Last night, I gave shekels, and bread to an Aids auspice, and
to the deprived around me;
I gave orphan-calf
I watched them laugh, knowing laughter is the seed that breed a
By: Ezebuike Temple
Posted by Kevin Maloney at 10:39 AM