Death Comes At Twenty Eight

Mental illness did not find its healing on earth —10/31/2021 RIP Then will the lame leap like a deer, and the mute tongue shout for joy… In the haunts where jackals once lay, grass and reeds and papyrus will grow. —Isaiah 35: 6 & 7 (portions) DEATH COMES AT TWENTY EIGHT Like the raven wrapped in black Full-throttle wings above the door Ready to drop the axe, tie the sack A sealed body of wax on the floor Ventriloquist sourced voice to the cattle Knowing he won’t make it out alive Anxiety, his society, a boombox battle Seasoned by inner voices that thrive Shower of baptism; but in relief he’d stagger Family and friends anchor to keep him here He loved them but embraced his dagger Digging deep into the shadows and tears Last leaves of October sprawled in mourning Dawn and dusk calls on the same tenth month Songwriter’s rap label came with a warning A ten year catapult - his demons’ death As the Lord received his son, the voices seethe He accepted a savior, on whose bough he leans This newborn dunked in his grave, rising to breathe God remembers the year two-thousand seventeen 11/23/2021