Poem 57
From the anthology, Voices From Mt Olive Cemetery, a work in progress.
Homer Brunett 1879-1912 You didn’t think it would be easy? Did you? Life squirms incessantly, As with the molting snake, Turning and squeezing into mortal convolutions, With myriad forgotten episodes Of human triumph and tragedy, Of endless drama in the slatted houses; Life is constantly lurching and lunging, ever forward, Under those silent indifferent clouds, up there! But time is the ultimate mind master, He knows where the switches to the stop gates are. He knows when to open the field sluices awash! We foolish human beings inevitably Get taken by the rushing flood waters, Get completely swept away by the undertow, Helpless against the madding confluence, Ending up as tears on the faces of the bereaved. This is my final testament and statement! That of an intelligent dead man!
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