Thursday, June 23, 2011

requirements

 


the dead require much tending
of grave and fleshless bone,
 they lie rested

those left breathing not so, the dead stare
at us in our restless slumber, whispers hovering
"do not sell me short, i will not
be sold short"

as guilt lines the halls in
 shadowed relics of the virtuous
costs compounding
for votive and floral darlings

the dead require our vision, require time
in their timeless state
necessitate
  soft handle, oiling the framework
of their stay
requiring
 we hold tight any bits
of burnt offerings
or
 dust to dust

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011 



12 comments:

  1. Yes, madam, dust to dust is IT... after all, but while we observe death from this limited dimension of ours...that's the way we refuse to be required...

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  2. i love exploring death, you have done this beautifully.

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  3. Excellent, perfect, distinctive.

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  4. the dead are much heavier to carry than the living...for they will not answer our questions...

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  5. A much heavier weight carried within and on our hearts... beautifully shared.

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  7. Very deep and affecting. You have a way with language, stunning write

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  8. remembering them is a way to keep them forever alive. beautiful.

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  9. "soft handle, oiling the framework" how descriptive!


    "in their timeless state" - the dead are so lucky!

    Intense poem and love this tending of the dead concept..very much a true~ism!

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  10. What a riveting opening line. You grabbed me right from the start. Beautiful piece, B.

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  11. eloquent.
    share 1 to 3 poems with poetry potluck week 41 today.

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