death by cry

can't go fly

so i wanna die 

never know when,

that i haven't yet is only a wait

now here am i, 

only want to know, 

without a price 

don't charge me double, 

i can't afford to pay what i don't want

how nice this thing called life,

go fly,

fly high

even though you can't

i can't, 

stuck below, 

in a pen, like a dog

cannot fly, why try?

tried too many times before

in the end its a crash,

they gather your bones and entrails

and shout, "next"

makes me cry, 

wanna die

why even try, 

don't know why

every one that has, can't really 

except with machines for the few, 

or to take them to war, and that's free

but can cost you your life

it has, i've watched

hearts bleed, babies bleed too, 

helpless lie, it bleeds me dry

life, call me selfish, is so beautiful

every motion of the creature is beautiful 

in the sun it glints of platinum light

it reflects, lights my soul,

by virtue of this wonderous eye, 

really amazing,

tragic too,

eyes sell for pennies 

by the gross in the slaughterhouse

saw a dead possum alongside the road

on the way to a wedding

stunk up the inside of the carriage

the beauty of the human face,

so ugly marred by politics

machines that lie, such disgrace

a tin man with a heart of steel

the piled corpses of the world's people

starved and beaten and again and again

through annuls of history recorded,

like beating a tortured horse that's dead

just cross the line

go ask the likes of dictators why

. . . for no other reason than senseless rage

there's one in every neighborhood

still, no remorse in a drunken world 

whose vice is power and the spill of blood 

by the sword to gain what's always there

free for the taking meant for all 

freely given by grace, 

swords are not necessary

but no, some only want it for themselves

no end of greed and pillage in sight

saw a deer alongside the road

on the way to a funeral

filled the inside of my car 

with myrrh and frankincense

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is the second poem of yours that I have read, and I have to say: something about your use of language is catching. At once, there's a simplicity but there's also a level of complexity. It's obvious that you have a grasp on life, but there's a youthfulness of spirit to your writing as well. I almost feel as if I'm reading the work of someone whose second language is English; yet, the writer is obviously mature and relevant. As with the first poem, I find your writing refreshing in a foreign sort of way. It's simply different and uniquely you. Welcome to the forum.

[RuseInex]

thank you Linda for your lovely welcome. your commentaries are lucid and intriguing, that you find my writing "refreshing in a foreign kind of way," gives me a great satisfaction/fulfillment. it means a lot for a poet of your caliber to take time to review my 2 poems. and thank you for the welcome!