for K.M.
Adam and Eve in leaves
having to flee, along with me,
along with who also has to leave
because children of savages
are having a party
celebrating, not evolving
and happy about it, not wanting to be
assuming themselves free
without a bit of light to see by
emancipated and going no where
what they have to, choose to
give me is not a gift, insulted by it,
assault at best
what they call music
loud enough to wake the dead
when the dead wants to rest
as well as the rest of us
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
11:16 p.m. 17/08/07
1 Comments:
obie - i am very pleased to know that i had some hand, though minor and fragile (and fleeting as the second hand of the clock) in this poem. i enjoyed it. i will print it for my flight today and reread again.
kenyada
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