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The Poetry Of...
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Traffic Violation
listen
this is what I have heard
there used to be a man in Idaho
a farm hand
who was often cited
for drunk driving
every Friday night
he would drive into town
fill himself up with whiskey
and go home
this was his destiny
a lonely man's destiny
in the town of no destiny
in the life of no destiny
the police would stop him
write a ticket
or arrest him
many times
finally
they took away his driver's license
and his pickup truck too
he would drive no more
one Friday night
he was seen riding a horse
into town
not stopping at a traffic light
the police were waiting
cited him for running a red light
and took away his horse
he was stranded
one freezing winter night
he was dead by the road
there was no pickup truck
there was no horse
he was alone
quite alone
Mary Magdalene
the day he died
the day life left his tortured flesh
you were there
the execution ended
they lowered him from the cross
what remained of him
you held his corpse
in your grieving arms
your cheek to his
the god took away
his manhood and soul
cast off his body
you wept
you cried
like a child
gone were his followers
they all abandoned him
they did not love him
you sat there
alone with him
your tear washing his face
you loved him
your bosom was his only pillow
upon which he found his last rest
in death
Love Song
let the very silence
of a solitary bird
soaring in the sky
over the frozen land
be the song of love
too painful to sing.
..-from Poetic Voices, May 2005
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