04-26-2016, 02:22 AM
Found on the kitchen floor
There was something
Different in the morning
Something strange
In the sparrow’s song
As if it came from calamity
Like an alarm waking tomorrow
Looking out the kitchen window
Nothing seemed out of place
No unwanted strains of elastic
Breaking loose at the open mouth
Of a sweat sock
Turning away from the window
A sudden rush of cold
Overpowered existence
Like a finger on the tiger of goodbye
With a sound familiar as fireworks
The final fall to the parquet floor
Came suddenly as blood spatter
Decorated the oak cabinets
In death
There was something
Different in the morning
Something strange
In the sparrow’s song
As if it came from calamity
Like an alarm waking tomorrow
Looking out the kitchen window
Nothing seemed out of place
No unwanted strains of elastic
Breaking loose at the open mouth
Of a sweat sock
Turning away from the window
A sudden rush of cold
Overpowered existence
Like a finger on the tiger of goodbye
With a sound familiar as fireworks
The final fall to the parquet floor
Came suddenly as blood spatter
Decorated the oak cabinets
In death
In your own, each bone comes alive
the skeleton jangles in its perfunctory sleeve....
(Chris Martin)
the skeleton jangles in its perfunctory sleeve....
(Chris Martin)