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| Matthew Abuelo |
For Harry ©2007 by Matthew Abuelo to appear out of place like a finger print on a x-ray or the smile on dirty faced orphans. The life you have trusted for so long turns back on you with range that reaches deeper than the fingers of angels that touch in time cancer the diseased pathways of the flesh repetition of rabid cells that come on like images in the factory. What walk will you take to the end of the wilderness where the garbage heaps of your creation finally breaks in two. At the end of the road is silence like a vanguard French film there is no turning back with eternity at our finger tips. And those that cared so deeply for you are left to look on at what once was that shatters into space and fades in to a supernova of the collapse of the heart. At the final station all distances fade and wings form on those memories that disappear far quicker than the pain of trying to remember. But this is when the defeat of time caresses you between the synapses. When the light that glows bright inside connects with the stars your genius goes off in a flash and what you leave behind is burned into our memories like photograph. I wish I wrote to you more often You know? |
Special Notes from author: The poem "In Time Cancer: For Harry" was written to remember a dead uncle. I have a book out titled, Last American Roar. Special Notes from G2S Editor: |
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