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Hot August Morning© 2005 Hot August morning, funeral procession Banshee oak trees wailing, crying for his soul Short life of hunger, bad choices, sorrow Skateboard in an earthquake, flying out of control Now all that's left, a broken T-bird bottle Emerald shards a-glinting in the noonday sun Amethystic liquid, playing games with language -- Saturn, sauterne, cistern -- broke and on the run Public indifference. Madness unrelenting While I remember singing -- Dixie all alone. No one would listen, none would stop to help us Forsaken on the sidewalk, he died there on the stone Parade of black-clad groupies follows to the graveyard Sacrificial virgins, now long past their prime Not sure where they're going, know they can't go back there Dancing in step to a different time No more white powder, no more freebasing It's okay to like him now; he's good and clean and dead Soul stripped bare and hungry, nothing new for asking All streets must end where the river runs red This work © 2005, by Rita Webb. All rights reserved. |