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Below is the poem entitled GRAVE RECYCLING which was written by poet Johnathon Souders. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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Installed in cargo pockets,
A vivid-glass, a little green bag,
A pod, silverplatted case,
Which Guca-hides, Pallmalls, and a bic.

You're barfoot in tombstones.
You're father, son vulture slumped,
You befor etched letters on rock.

"Him", a glutton of Karma,
Rein ended, your fourteenth year,
Now, belly-heavy, smoking his brand.
On a Drive-by, visit home.

You're showing Gene shooter,
You're an arsenic lane of skin,
You tremble-digits, in belt loops.

A trailer in time,
Secluded woods, with pine scent,
Anger stranded from earshot,
Hand-fead, his hate's red attic.

Father giant, yelling lasting filth,
Son flesh  impersonal,
Dark-spotted, and tie-dyed,
From Basketball champ fists.


You retreated-rightly to martyr mirth,
You still look for his bold heading,
Still Questing for embrace.


Pulling tube and ziplock from Cargo,
Following in bone-bared footsteps,
You spark, away walking,
Keeping his Armageddon.

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  1. Date: 1/15/2010 5:41:00 PM
    I am still learning ... the things you do with nouns, whether you compound them or use new adjectives with them, the familiar is abbreviated, and the sense of another deeper meaning is netted in punctuation that cannot keep a definition longer than a thought ... the natural flow is beautifully awesome, and the juxtapositions so uniquely liberating.

  1. Date: 3/15/2009 4:36:00 PM
    Such torment, and style, flair, yet I worry for your mind is so scattered, shattered, a faceted prism reflecting endless pain. Sigh. Light & Love

  1. Date: 3/11/2009 8:37:00 AM
    Jonathan, such an angry image of a son visiting his father's grave. I take it he was not a loving Dad. Good work! And thanks for reading "Playing Santa to Wall Street." Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 3/11/2009 6:43:00 AM
    Wow. This is so heavy duty I am not quite sure I get it. A father who lost his son? Very dark. Amazing lines. Sorry if I am off here. Thanks for your very kind comment. And, welcome to PoetrySoup! Look forward to reading more of your work. Love, Shar