Sunday, July 10, 2011

No Longer Does He Care

I wrote this for an old army friend who I just spoke to on the phone, and near his end, in all ways unimaginable.
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He swims beneath a sea
wounds buried in the salt
fighting for humanity
a judgment of default. 


Now parched is death
cracked beneath skin
his laughter hoarse
falters the banality of sins.


These are the harsh realities
which bay behind the eyes
as dreams are washed away
on drenched tongues
and flaming throats…


Acid bile, which chokes
words slurred
to sputtered thoughts
soon to be a ragged flag
strewn on this soured floor
a door slammed
no saving grace
no coat to shelter
lost is face.


Pipes which clatter
hot bags of air
the only skirts which flutter
are the open drapes
blowing with despair.


Heels dragged
bagged and tagged
the finalities are at an end.


No longer does he care.

13 comments:

  1. Well written David. Isn't it amazing what we feel from our friends. Also amazing is how well you penned this.

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  2. I am always in awe of people who can write well and move me. But write to rhyme and sound so good is a wonder. Beautiful! Loved "the only skirts that flutter are the open drapes".

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  3. "the only skirts which flutter
    are the open drapes
    blowing with despair."

    These lines said so well...

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  4. whew you capture well the moment at the end of his days...sorry for your loss man...

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  5. You spoke with (heart seems so trite to use) the guts to be heard and stood for a friend.

    Take care,
    Chris

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  6. Chilling, this direct take. Well captured. I'm sorry for your loss..

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  7. Ah!!! No longer does he care.. lovely verse and strong thoughts... I could relate to this poetry..
    Thanks for sharing...

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/whispers-cuckoos-song-and-smell-of-love.html

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  8. These are the harsh realities
    which bay behind the eyes
    as dreams are washed away
    on drenched tongues
    and flaming throats…

    All too true and so eloquently told. I especially like the choice of words here 'drenched, flaming, parched, hoarse'...how they complement each other, or how they don't complement (whatever your mindset when you first dig into this piece).

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  9. Anthony GiacomelliJuly 29, 2011 at 7:18 PM

    Dave: As you say Very Sad !! But life Must Go On ! Pro Patria !

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  10. David as always you are a true friend what can I do to help a brother is a brother near or afar.
    Pro Patria

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  11. Still don't know what to say... take care!

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