Into the Wee Hours, They Laid
(napowrimo extra credit)
He laid down with the grace of the round-faced flower
who made peace with the seasons and slept and died
only to pace near the flaked shore and grasp and pray
for another thumb another organ to waste
oh liquor or love or the hate for his brother's wife. Or th
Collapse, said the sworn taker, I don't want to let you die
But the peace is made, and the bed. Morning is weak
Men say what they say to their wives because they love them.
They say wait, but they're wrong, they mean now.
But what is life if it isn't made to escape into each other
Or to break bread at dawn and not notice your companion
Coming back as the dead do to listen, or to remember faces.
while compasses are big because they were made to be read
and the courts make the most with their gods' great anger
except when they choose: trigger or anthem. I knew just east of you.
I knew west of you too but I didn't listen. you were young once. you were open
to watching the same movies and you were the same when I opened my eyes.
and we were treated fairly for once and it was worth every sacrifice written
or treasure found
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