Truck Wreck
This busted broken body-
is not me alying here.
I’ve gone quickly on to Exodus.
You need not shed a tear
Past wrinkled steel and busted glass;
past smoke and pain and fire,
Myself left quickly in the night.
Our Lord did lead me higher.
The ground will hold my broken shell,
but just like my old suit.
It fit me well and good awhile.
Then I outgrew it by a foot!
I need not that used suit.
I need no body now.
My spirit soars amid the stars
with a soft and sparkling glow.
By Annette Gagliardi
*Published in “Awaking to Sunshine” summer of 2000, a Poetry.com publication.
Copyright © Annette Gagliardi | Year Posted 2017
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