Quietly Come, Quietly Go

I’ve been summoned

Synchronized and scrutinized

Not in my birth father’s footsteps

But in the footsteps of the undertaker

 

These are the blossoms of life that you don’t believe in

The chances you are unwilling to take

Like the swells in the ocean’s fury

Like the gusts in the wind’s scream

 

Each lover I’ve had

Contracted the worse disease of all

For the day I commit suicide

They can surely say

“I made love with him”

 

 

© 2014 David Greg Harth

14.02.14.14:14:14@323NYC

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