04-14-2018, 10:58 AM
Jerome of Sandy Cove
We know when you died, but nothing of your birth.
Perhaps a sailor punished for mutiny?
Or a problematic foreigner who lost his legs
when he fell through the ice in Chipman?
Although you never spoke our language,
so may be everyone else seemed like agitating tourists,
asking for directions, accents thick.
Or were you the cursed incarnation of a saint,
your noises difficult to translate;
your legacy a strange encyclopedia entry.
You took your true identity to death,
and probably tried to keep the secret then too.
We know when you died, but nothing of your birth.
Perhaps a sailor punished for mutiny?
Or a problematic foreigner who lost his legs
when he fell through the ice in Chipman?
Although you never spoke our language,
so may be everyone else seemed like agitating tourists,
asking for directions, accents thick.
Or were you the cursed incarnation of a saint,
your noises difficult to translate;
your legacy a strange encyclopedia entry.
You took your true identity to death,
and probably tried to keep the secret then too.
(04-14-2018, 07:24 AM)Lizzie Wrote: Shhhhhh.....Love this Lizzie. The last line is especially effective, and I love how used "waxen". Nice work
What secrets can ruin a man?
When the comb-over stops working
and yields to the comb around and up.
When the mistress describes his best moves,
phallus appearance – the mediocrity of both.
When the friend swore with his hand raised
but his fingers crossed
that he’d jump off the Brooklyn Bridge.
When the IRS releases his tax returns.
What infernal melting comes next?
The waxen face of a man who has not chosen wisely.
Time is the best editor.