Red Carpet
RED CARPET
red carpet
of kings and queens
rolled out
it’s the one our grandparents knew
it rolls
one
up
in
a
heap
we struggle to understand
that suffering
and death
are ‘specially seen
in the latter years
i used to be green
i’d hear
the thunder crack of cancer
see the scintilla of light
under
the door
i’d wonder
of it
but not
know
the knowing
fills bone marrow
the scraping
of the bones’
throes
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