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Monday, February 11, 2013

It's Time To Disappear

You’ve met the Samaritan Woman
You’ve met the King of Thieves
You went to the Place of the Skull
looking for relief
You gave up power and fortune
for a taste of decency
but you’ve lost the final battle
to the monsters across the sea

You came this far
in your anguish to get home
You had the courage
to strip life to the bone

You knew the possibility
that ghosts would haunt your sleep
You are now a naked stranger
in a city where life is cheap

Make the killers forget you
it's time to disappear
before you wind up in the morgue
a name tag stapled to your rear

Alex
Beaumont Texas
12/16/98
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  1. James B. MielkeFebruary 12, 2013 at 9:34 AM

    I really like this imagery--deep and dark, with atmosphere. But the final stanza bothers me...morgues use toe-tags tied on with a string. It is kind of an iconic image of the bare foot sticking out from under a sheet as the ME turns away to talk about the deceased with the detective (back in the day I was a fan of "Quincy,ME" I guess these days we have "CSI")
    However, that 'name tag stapled to your rear' has a kind of grim loopiness--silly and depersonalizing, makes me think of Coen Brothers movies ("The Man Who Wasn't There" in specific)
    Anyway, just some thoughts...

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