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Vigil II


I was going to ignore the call to write a poem a day for April #NationalPoetryMonth, but since I’ve been writing a poem a day anyway, I decided to give it a whirl.  This is day #4, and this is the poem that I came up with, while processing some things in my life.

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Vigil II

 I stand, screaming, as expectations die

Crucified on elevated planes;

What was cannot now be.

“Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?”*

Is this the end of the era of happiness that engulfed us?

We – swept away in Passion’s tide –

Now crushed

Wave of euphoria crashing upon reality’s shore

Vainly surfing climax’s crumbling crest…

But, everything has changed.

Can visions of peace still be seen

While carnage greets the naked eye?

Can a day where no one dies be imagined

While cadavers are carted away

And the stench of death hovers?

The Grim Reaper’s scythe is busy…

 

 

* – 46 And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? (Matt. 27:46)

 

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Wordsmith. Spoken word artist. I inhale words and exhale poetry.....

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