GRAVELED PRIDE

EMPTY PILES

AND SILENT PRAISES

SOLE ENDEAVORS

LAY VACANT OF VIEW

FOR THORNED BARACADES

BRITTLED THE SOUL

DRIED TO THIRST

ALL WHO VACATED

THE CUSTODIAL WINDS

THE WINDS THAT ONCE

GRAVELED THE PRIDE

ARE WINDS NO MORE

SO  HEAL NOT HEARTS

HEAL NOT SOUL

BREATHE

THE DUST

OF THE DECAYED

BREATHE

THE INVOLUNTARY

AND BREATHE

THE DELAYED

WE SHALL SHAKE

BUT NONE

SHAN’T SHOOK

THE CONCRETE

THE BRISTLING

OF DRIED LEAVES

AND THAT COOL

COOL WET AIR                 to feel

THAT STILL

AND EMPTY SOUND

BETWEEN DRY SKIN

AND NAIL

AS PALID

FONTS

LEAVE VACANT

THE PROSE

OF THE SOUL

THAT WANDERS

OFF OF

THE PAVED ROAD

 

 

(verse by john j. kehoe)

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