she lie beside him
and
discussed
for hours
their life together
the ups and downs
the tears shed
alone
and
those shared
when
life
had broken
both
their hears
she giggled
when she recalled
their first date
how fate
had brought
them
together
they were
an unlikely pair
but
somehow
through out the years
they had grown
closer
smiling
she kissed
his cold
lifeless forehead
rose from his side
drying her tears
she left the room
and
thanked the nurse
for the time
to say
goodbye
tell me no more stories of war i don’t want to hear about acts of valor on the battlefield or families left behind orphaned by political and corporate greed no don’t tell me another story until you can raise the dead
do you know it
that
feeling of entering
a room
knowing there’s
something there
a heavy
invisible mist
something
primeval
that
you begin
to
fade into
your body
and
mind
seem
to become
transparent
your
train of thought
becomes
erratic
as you
try to define
what’s all around
that
you’re unable to see
as you scan
the room
and
focus on
the eyes of others
eyes
pale with anticipation
it seems
like
no one else
notices
that it’s present
the more
you fade
the clearer
it
becomes
it’s
death
it’s just a question
one that
keeps me awake
at
night
many
have asked
and
i suspect
many more
will ask
over
the centuries
to come
if there is indeed
a merciful god
why
isn’t there
divine intervention
to
protect
innocent children
from
the cruelty
of
mankind
oh
that free ticket
into
heaven’s a nice
consolation prize
but
wouldn’t it be better
to
give them
a chance
at
life
the numbers we use can conceal horrific facts like deaths per thousand but it’s different if we say a child is shot every hour in this right to life nation
once baptized
with time
all
previous crimes
are to be forgotten
offenses of morality
are
washed away
and
we are encouraged
to
forgive
forgiveness
society’s masquerade
the transubstantiation
of
immoral acts
into
the divine law
of
man
so
unjust deaths
from
prejudice
religious intolerance
and
corporate profit taking
are to be seen
as
purified
by
the passage of time
politicos say
we must
forget
transgressions
in order
to move forward
but
forgiveness
is impossible
when
standing
among
the graves
of those
who died
for
the illusion
of
justice
Read Between the Minds 