And the sky is grey
the lights,they’re dim.
The metal things line
up,here to pay.
One door down
and two wheels gone.
Together everyone
makes one useless mound.
Mother, she left.
Father still here,
and sister’s soul
still left for theft.
“Good bye, good son”
Mother,she said.
And to the flames she took.
Father and I, we watched, eyes wide,
as mother burned and shook.
“Well,you and I”
Father he said
“Together still shall be,
for us good cars go up
instead of with that she.”
How sad to say
How tragic is
the life of lifeless things.
When,eventually,
one becomes three
and live us immortally.
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April 1, 2009 at 4:47 pm
When,eventually,
one becomes three
and live us immortally.
I didn’t really understand what that ending meant. But I liked this poem. Then again, I’m a sucker for things that are morbid.
Am I reading too much into this, or is it supposed to represent the minds of religious people who believe good people go up, but instead we all go to the same place?