Monday, February 25, 2008

Who's Left

For good old Sandy Wilson

I never thought that it would last forever.
I just thought maybe we could go together
to see what the Big Man had planned with care
in that pretty place in the air up there.

I never guessed you'd be here for eternity,
just long enough to fulfill the rights of maternity.
I was sure you would walk hand in hand
with good boys & girls to the promised land.

I knew I couldn't hold you till all days were done.
I just thought trying would be so much fun.
I thought we'd go into a home for old age,
and walk off together from that final stage.

I knew however long we had just wouldn't be enough,
but no one ever told me it would be this rough
to see you pass by me towards that good night,
and wonder if I'd ever make it up to the light.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

When He Gets Here

He's inching closer to habitual hatred.
The eggs are on his skin every afternoon.
He itches to an anti-climactic standstill.
We'll welcome him when he gets here.

She broke another on at the foot of the stairs.
The pile isn't leaving her sight.
She's got another little vessel in mind.
We'll welcome her when she gets here.

They tried heinous acts without having the feelings.
They brought the decreee from the highest level.
They went home early again.
We'll welcome them when they get here.