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Poem 3 from "Voices From Mt. Olive Cemetery"
Johnny W Barrow 1890-1914
Johnny W. Barrow
1890-1914
I was appalled!
Appalled and flabbergasted indeed!
Indeed, when I heard in 1912,
Heard that which I did not comprehend
Heard that which was absolutely impossible
Heard that which was absolutely improbable!
I wept, wept as Christ wept,
That night in April, long ago,
In the dark gray garden under the olives there,
Under the silent screaming stars there,
That night in April
When the invincible, the seemingly unsinkable happened.
I too was like him.
The whole world was my oyster!
The universe was at my calm command!
Nothing could destroy me!
Nothing could defeat me!
Nothing could slow me down!
Then, as with that impossible sinking,
That impossible undoing,
I too descended to the dark depths
Here in Mt. Olive Cemetery.
Not even the ice bags bestowed upon my chest
Not even the desperate prayers
Said in faithful earnest on my behalf
Could reduce the flaming fiery fever
That incinerated my heart, mind and soul.
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