my sister called
"they shot that ******* in the face.
finally justice served!"
she yelled
from a squalid pit
an angel rose
to kiss
my cheek
she was someone
I once knew
she told me
she loved me
her kiss
warm and delicious
as I remembered it
her lips as soft
as my now
opened soul
once felt them
through tears
she implored me
to let her go
she could
see my heart
was still beholden
to her kiss
her tears
an earnest
homily
of absolution
she long ago
forgot she was crying
yet I could taste her tears
her sorrows finally
released me
from my
primordial
grief
jbm
Oakland
5/4/11
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
my sister called
"they shot that ******* in the face.
finally justice served!"
she yelled
from a squalid pit
an angel rose
to kiss
my cheek
she was someone
I once knew
she told me
she loved me
her kiss
warm and delicious
as I remembered it
her lips as soft
as my now
opened soul
once felt them
through tears
she implored me
to let her go
she could
see my heart
was still beholden
to her kiss
her tears
an earnest
homily
of absolution
she long ago
forgot she was crying
yet I could taste her tears
her sorrows finally
released me
from my
primordial
grief
jbm
Oakland
5/4/11
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