In the Fullest Appreciation of My Ultimate Demise
Contributed by
jimxxx
on
Thursday, 29th November 2012 @ 08:16:23 PM in AEST
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I see you there,
straddling your backwards chair, the fragrant sense
of supremacy easing from you.
I am thin, behind the jars of air,
put into my place. Into the sun painted urn that everyone eyes, but
I wait to ask you, warm to ask you
were you the script or the break through?
I brought you to the light, didn’t worry
very much that others saw you as… well,
didn’t worry much about it at all. And you sent me,
and I sent you, but we always came back
to our sanctified ground, not a friend to be found. I needed
you to keep the thorns where they belonged
and to see the sails at their fullest- still
I watch you now,
moving among the people, contented, complicit,
an x-ray of my former bones,
and cannot tell if you were ever convinced-
Convinced that the longer road wasn’t worth the sorer legs.
I see you there, the beam of a stare,
and want to know-
On this day of days,
as I steal away,
born to a common man’s death
were you merely a script,
a waste of my breath?
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