Matt Caliri Poet Quatern

The Brothers of Brother Martin High School

The thought that struck deep inside me 
Was cauterized by waves of light
That small stage and roomfull of boys
The candleless moment of psalm

Within deep velvet walls we stood
The thought that struck deep inside me
How a life can be lead by you
The leader, running off with a

Burning bible and wings for feet
Addressing all living things aft
The thought that struck deep inside me 
In a room with a white-collared man

"Make it your own," he declared soft
Like the bite of an old man zen-
-Hovering in mid-grace above
The thought that struck deep inside me

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Nicole Sharon Brown July 28, 2009 at 7:32 AM like this poem a lot. used to live on the lakefront for a year before Katrina, on robert e lee and paris, my high school in Monroe, Ouachita High School used to play your school in football quite frequently in the playoffs in the late eighties to the mid nineties. very well scripted poem

Carolyn Devonshire June 28, 2009 at 3:30 PM Such a somber mood you create in the first verse, Matt. "Make it your own" seems like very wise advice from a man who had a atremendous impact on the "roomful of boys." Like the way you take the thought and run with it! Love, Carolyn