Thursday, October 23, 2008

Of Closets And Graves

A little poem that I wrote while I was visiting Angela's poetry class last week.

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Closets are told to remain closed
Hiding the clutter of a past broken
Sneakers and underwear
Unmentionables whose odors seep under the door
Ignoring them, they grow stronger

Throw them away!
Let the abyss of gyms socks
Be cast into aluminum cans
For less fortunate individuals
To dispatch to destructive marching orders

But armies of the past
Still leave corpses once dead
Ivory memories of the battles lost
Closets are told to remain closed
Hiding the clutter of old wounds.

Open wide the dusty board!
And let cemeteries regurgitate their lunch
Give skeletons to walking and breathing again
For my legacies may desire to hide,
But there is One who calls them to live.