Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Sacrament of Tears
(Written for my friend B, who is going through a divorce right now.)
In the yard,
The record spins;
Scratched,
Repeating a verse
That bluntly beats
The temples
Bloody.
Chanting to the tune,
Back hunched,
Shuffling shoes
In a melancholy march.
The cuffs exchanged
With love and naivety.
An ever-lasting bond
Now makes heavy hearts
And hands.
Under the heat
Of the sun
And stagnant
Silence
Is a tin cup
Poured
Empty
Through the lips of the sufferer.
No water left
To sustain two.
Succored only
by the salty sweat
Of drudgery,
And the sacrament
Of tears;
Black scars
Moisten a pale face,
The last well
In danger of drought.
Shackles loosened,
A naked finger
Reviles the dissonance
Of a static life.
A naked finger
Fortified
With freedom.
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