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Poem Details
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| Title: | Family Tree |
| Author: | Jim |
| Date Submitted: | 9/18/2009 |
| Email: | www.jimellner@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
Replete burial jar, ceramic form, just skin and bone Everthing I wear came all the way from China No memories, electrical agitation, bankruptcy of ideas Summed up aggravation, Industry reached end of tracks All steam out of the market, I need a refill No good with a crack in the cast Somber contrition, fruitless without words Overcast with aches and pains, part of having a body Head just a crock-pot, like kitchen sink on a Sunday Weekends fell off the calendar Work horse in retail Plant nursery, with its thousands of Latin names Like being an altar boy, before they took the magic out Still bastardizing the language of scholars Family burial plot under the cedar trees Hiding the broken world in the heavy mud Watered bones decomposed in dark mother earth Ring the bells, graveyard inmates are all deaf Grandma and grandpa don''t argue anymore Quiet in the cemetery, only the birds chrip I drink some beer, pouring some on my sons grave Whisper his name, leave my nightmare Waking in my room, fifteen hundred miles away Seems like eons ago... |