soft death fading into goodbye

soft death fading into goodbye
delayed fractions of no more
pieces of reality comes together
adhesive to the very core
of keeping it together

summer was a handful
candle lit lights
swung high above the pool
a thin moon played the fool
with a sense of belonging

dire master of inevitable death
will pass and their children
will dance on graves
dug by the high inlet men
dug deep into sea view slopes

we are all a fall and a sneeze
a few steps in no specific direction
intention and a hope to go
a lot of hail Mary’s
and rosaries on funeral pyres

cross my heart and hope
will never die of consideration
while I rescue immigrants
imminent and close at high sea
war is a poor man’s tale





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-07-31 at 23:18

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