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*** ** * I saw July's message written on the MAX way down by the highway to the city that groaned There's No God Here don't bother no answer to a lonely prayer the search long over a hard question surmised a statement long-suspended in the mind then rendered to cold stone No God Here don't bother move on Its been on my mind Its tattooed and branded Its been a fish tugging at the end of a line but a fish not wanting to be caught an answer I too had sought a search fraught with reticence now at the end to a quest of questions and questioning here on this wall someone climbed a tall barbwire fence crossed two sets of train tracks left their bitter manifesto after the longest cruel winter recorded in years while living outside I sense no peace in his dear price paid at all a statement made on the condition of mankind and if there's any cool kindness left if God created this mess or us in His likeness and if we are what suffices for His finest what's so fine about this scene for what Its worth someone's asked the unspoken question then written an answer a signpost to read on the MAX way down by the busy dirty highway into the groaning city we will all fall here writ the words of the pauper prophets splayed across a bare cement wall in red droplets and visited upon my heart in stoic immutable silence. **** *** ** * legal copyright for this original work/poem written July 7, 2017 2:43pm and also by this author/writer Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World (retains legal copyright) was written directly to the page July 7/ now edited July 8th this is a new old testament prophecy version...written by one of the denizens of this unfair city NOTE: I literally say this written somewhere and it struck me HARD, so I had to write about it. Vote for this poem |
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