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Will Coker Poem
It was near midnight when I entered:
She was asleep; the moon was shining
Through her window, lighting up
The dangling satin of her blanket.
She lay face up,
Bare breasts parted,
And as she slept, her life was sill
As a saucer of water.
Copyright © Will Coker | Year Posted 2009
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Will Coker Poem
People don't laugh at funerals
except, perhaps in their hearts.
For as long as the speeches are ringing out,
breathe evenly.
And measure against veracity the hears of the praise,
knowing that justice
is quietly waiting in the corner.
Copyright © Will Coker | Year Posted 2009
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Will Coker Poem
Anger streams from her pores,
Like sweat on a July day.
Her mood swings from frustration, to love,
to sadness.
As a family splinters before her eyes.
I stand impotent, in many ways. Fear
grips my throat like a vise squeezing
my emotions,
from eyes unable to cry.
I absorb. The pain consumes my heart.
Nothing works the way it should.
The future stands as an unpaved road,
littered with glass and nails. There are no
shoes for me, only a body not working, and
my exhausted mind.
Copyright © Will Coker | Year Posted 2009
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