Thursday, December 11, 2008

Funeral for a Job

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on December ninth.
In lieu of flowers,
please send

The old work shirts
lie in a lifeless pile by the trashcan,
a testament to
the Christmas Economy.

Years and years of
navy blue
purged from the closet--
washed downstream.

The new work shirts
joined them today.
They will bleed together
in the rain,
and commingling with my tears,
they will turn purple
with my blood.

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TACParent said...

Wow. Simply put, Wow. Great work!!! The title grabbed me right away.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks. I purged the bedroom of yet more work shirts today. Made me sad. Made me scared.

matthew said...

Thank you for this powerful poem. I am also scared about where we are as a nation. Maybe the power of art can help make things brighter.

Art and Poetry said...

It is a powerful poem! I love the picture how did you get rain moving across it?

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

That's Matthew. At the moment, my husband and I are living through the unemployment nightmare (or he is anyway.)

The picture is from, which lets you upload and share pics and videos.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Sorry! I meant to say, "Thanks, Matthew!"

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