we pull naked from the shelter
the weak, willowed from orphanage
infirmary
the listless, lame and the lonely
we lay them out
cut them bare and borrowed
we hand them
book, a hymn, a meal
a moment
eyes of the enigmatic, eyes of
egos swallowed and spit
we want to be them
we want to hold them
but only for the moment
only for obituary
and headstone cracked wide
bkmackenzie
copyrighted (2017)
What lies behind a person's glory
ReplyDeletelove is a commitment. take real work to push past the momentary kindnesses we extend to each other and breach upon loyal love
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