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The Rivers Will Run Red
Contributed by
franciswolf
on
Tuesday, 6th February 2007 @ 11:46:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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You were born in a courtroom
The gavel fell; you were scribbled out to sell
And placed below a paper weight shell
Singing cold in the sunset
A bottle drifted to her feet
To rest in blinding heat
Where your arm and her hand would first meet
They said “We sure fit, I love you cause of it,
Let’s get this hunger fed”
The rivers will run red
She nursed you on proposals
Spoke to you at night, nursery rhymes she’d write
You’d warm with every bite
Burning in her arm’s swing
Mother time just twirled the clock
Till your feet dangled down the dock
You would go there and lay when she was off away,
To watch the night escape to day,
And question the life you led
The rivers will run red
Then age became a faucet
Dripping wrinkles on your face, pouring round the place
And you started to get facts in place
You cried, “You swept me up,
I never had my say,
Why don’t you wash my decay?”
Pleading in the dust, drowning in the fray
she put the bars up on your crib, took your lower rib
And whispered, “Sleep, my soul’s your bed”
The rivers will run red
The sea became an ocean
It swallowed up the shore, you sunk into the pour
You floated on a door
She was swimming below
Her prize wrinkled and old
Lost and shivering cold
All was said, written as was told
You were whimpering, she was listening
Greatest fears were recognized, you were locked born and dead
The rivers ran red
Copyright ©
franciswolf
... [
2007-02-06 23:46:27] (Date/Time posted on
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