PoeticMayheim

only me

         7/28/06


through the jungle emerges the trees
deep rooted from age-old seeds;

submerged from calm waters to violent
slaughters, brought on by unconscious
daughters;
struggles of grandparents lives inside
blood transparent;
pain of death helps guide unfocused steps
carrying the weight of slave chains
embedded in veins, strange are the footprints
seen by the naked eye;
changes over aged years, but fundamentally the same
foundation of the stable, still think of former
horses in stables, lifestyle stories of fabricated
fables, but tensions run thick, when the past is
evident inside the present;
no longer considered a gift, instead only
misdirected threats of everyday neglect,
no respect, so to the streets is his death;


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