Court Order Exhumation
He wrote with his pen
With solid lines on white paper
And penned him out again
He could walk through it like vapor
Instead of walking away
But that would take his freedom
Away ... he could not last the pen
And thinking about it
He may not last anything again
All his life was concentrated here
All his dreams to this moment came
Days of labor
Hard work and silent providing
Getting no applause or favor
Marginal except when giving
All his beliefs
In family, dominion, and love
The tortured wind making a song in him
When the terrain was demanding
All his faith ... and the steady hand above
Slack on the kite string
The new mores harrowing him
And suddenly ... one argument for his rights
Moves the system and the pen:
The sword at Eden gates flame again
All he did was trusted love
All he did was taste the fruit
Urge nurtured by inseparable love
Preferring death
Than not to cling again
And saying at last before it came
Was there a moment of respect
A little bit of value for all the sense in him
And there would be another alternative
Another day to divert the flame
It's too late now
Wealth vesseled in his children vain
Love nestled in his woman drained
Pride excoriated, honor stained
The line upon the page remain
Prohibitions: exhortations
Of his limitations ... and the denunciations
Supporting the lies against his name -
Love is a moth and the world a flame.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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