Conversation Excursion
Women set this world on fire
He said to me
Glad for man's talk heart to heart
I said in glee:
There would be no hell ... unless
He stopped me.
Not that religious nail again
Bare here, and see.
In silence then I prayed for rain.
I mean desire,
He exclaimed, a man cannot die quietly
I mean expire
Without ruffle of sheet and roar
They raise you up
Like Lazarus to beg, and still more
They fill your cup
With fuel, and drain beyond retiring
They will not go
Until there is no more scream to hear.
Well, he should know.
Old men need only a firm log and candle
For wintry nights.
But he has halting gait and a handle,
Secret delights
He will not tell straight; the fox in him.
I am so slow
These days, he mourned, they fly flags
On the pole low
For me. Half mast, I said, half mast.
Rushing ahead
Wondering in my heart about Lazarus'
Rise from the dead
This world is going to end with a loud bang
Due to women
O Lord, we all gonna burn in hell, he said
Gazing heaven
I wonder how all my prayers could get lost
O trivera
Came the magic reply, she put in my hand
And much clearer
Than day, my Magna Carta was pronounced
O ice is slow
Death, too slow for a woman's rage raging
Against the flow
And ebb in the dying of the light. We shall go
By fire alone.
The argument twisted me with jealousy. Medussa
Turned me to stone.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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