Family Matters

Family Matters

A Poem by Ben Taylor

You have buried yourself
in the rubble.
You spend your days collecting
concrete corners from
crumbling sidewalks,
filling pockets to shopping carts
with detritus and dust,
grout and grime collecting
on your fingertips. 
Each night you pile your
treasures high enough
to erase the horizon,
until the sun can no longer
set for you.
You declare the sun diseased,
and lament that not a soul
wants to share with you
your s**t-stained circumstance. 

There's a spot set for me,
a candle guttering in the
dingy dark,
a faint filament of flame
that I recall from childhood. 

But
I will find
my warmth
elsewhere. 

© 2025 Ben Taylor


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Ben Taylor
Ben Taylor

Columbia, MO



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