Death Comes At Twenty Eight
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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
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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