John Lawless Poet Rhyme

The Garments Hem

They answer questions seldom asked
tend to the mundane, "lesser" tasks
their halos tilted scally caps
homilies of wilted raps
soulless homeless shooting craps
rattling unnumbered dice
you may win once, never twice.
These voices of the lesser god
bedeviled by a life unshod
still reach to touch the garments hem
of gods that turned away from them.



3/30/2020

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Andrea Dietrich April 2, 2020 at 5:31 PM wow, I wish I had thought of this. I LOVE this. John Lawless April 18, 2020 at 5:01 PM Thanks Andrea, a bit late following up as I play the iPad shuffle

Gershon Wolf March 31, 2020 at 4:50 PM Vivid depiction of the 'underbelly' of America, John. Steinbeck would be proud. Powerful penning. Take care, Gershon John Lawless March 31, 2020 at 9:03 PM Thanks for your kind words of comment,