Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Sleeping Kate

Caskets unmade 
Naked bodies lie in waste
Can you hear the concealed laments?
Afraid to express
Afraid to breathe
Unable to stop the grief

Teeth grind

A young boy picks up a dried hip bone
Scooping up the soil to bury Sleeping Kate
Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons
Grimy boots unmercifully stomp

Sleeping Kate showed the officers
The skeleton she built out of bone fragments
Sleeping Kate told them we were all the same inside
With this truth, she died
With their guilt, they continued life
They tried. . .

The officers tried to bury Sleeping Kate
But Sleeping Kate is always alive,
Building skeletons in their minds. . .


4-7-13

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Duke Beaufort April 14, 2013 at 6:38 PM I have a job that involved (at one time) some investigation of accidents, and I have seen people killed in their prime of life. It was very disturbing. I sometimes think that they (the dead) are with me (standing at my back and watching), and I try to do things to make their deaths not be in vain. However, I am astounded at how some in this world of ours do not understand the importance of life itself. It was very tough to take. How does someone as young as you acquire so much wisdom?

Timothy Hicks April 14, 2013 at 2:44 PM Wow, Laura... Very disturbing! It used to be a nightmare of mine... Being buried alive. You make it sound like a massacre though! I agree with Caleb Smith's Poe comment. I love how diverse you are!

Painted Hunter April 10, 2013 at 8:32 AM Yikes!...this is CRAZY!...in the best possible way. Sometimes you remind me of Poe.