Dudley (Another Milestone of Flanker's Past)
What made you turned from church
Like a derrick through the sky
Finding the unintended wall?
I did not see the bottle in your parents hand
It was a sober home I believe
And we shoeless then
Longed to walk in your shoes before
Perhaps to pass through your grocery story
When hunger was pass the zenith of the sun
Perhaps enter our own space
Where the bed not creak under the crowded weight
How immaculate you looked to the end
Well groomed
In every girls delinquent eye
Feasting in their carnal dream with doors closed
And we poor Lazarus leached of hope
Did not understand the canker broadening
For we thought a need for physical sustenance
Or social recognition
Was upon what the social paradigm
Of delinquency turned
But you could not fit in that mold
For you were blessed with every good thing
And in all our subsequent conversations
No whistle blew
Of the existential wilderness
You confronted with a gun
And now the prophetic maxim rings
I hear you are dead
And I ponder
Shall we all still die by what we live?
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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