Died,
suddenly,
on December ninth.
In lieu of flowers,
please send
kindness.
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.
Image from Tinypic.
6 comments:
Wow. Simply put, Wow. Great work!!! The title grabbed me right away.
Thanks. I purged the bedroom of yet more work shirts today. Made me sad. Made me scared.
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.
It is a powerful poem! I love the picture how did you get rain moving across it?
That's Matthew. At the moment, my husband and I are living through the unemployment nightmare (or he is anyway.)
The picture is from tinypic.com, which lets you upload and share pics and videos.
Sorry! I meant to say, "Thanks, Matthew!"
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