Body Bag**

“... If I could turn the clocks
back, I wouldn’t be headed for
a body bag.”
~~ from the song “Body Bag” by Bear Tooth
~~~

The blows came
one after another,
all I could do
was drop and curl
in the corner,
until his rage was spent
and I was twisted and bent.
Then, just as quickly
it was over
and I could see
the body bag
laying on the floor.
~~~
Black, synthetic material
winked at me,
inviting me in,
into it’s nylon zippered embrace,
leaving no trace
of who I once was,
or would ever be.
~~~
If I could turn back time,
I could have seen the body bag coming;
like I now can see,
there, on the horizon,
a light glows.
Is it a new morning;
or fire from below?

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.19.16
NOTE: I spent a week recovering from
surgery at my son’s home. My grandson (also a writer of poetry)
generously gave up his bedroom. There on the wall I found the
beginning quote from Bear Tooth. I went and listened to the song
“Body Bag” and then wrote this poem. I invited ny grandson to
contribute but he said he liked the poem the way it was. We will
collaborate on another poem and I will post.