A Sunday Afternoon Poem

"After All This" by Lee H. Mccormack

After All This

After all this life I no longer have an alibi.
These days that turn towards violence —
even my best hours pay with guilt
for silence and mistakes

human nature makes of a lifetime's desire.
After this, should I care who I offend —
politicians, terrorists, religious inquisitors
corporate murderers, assassins

of the language structuring the soul?
Caught in the act, how can I hope
to give birth on this earth we've failed
to honor? After all this life I move

willingly towards extinction,
remembering those who, feeling tremors
in the grain of the bone clawed the earth
in storm, but did not survive,

who came to me on a road to nowhere,
barely covered with flesh, with one eye bruised,
the other closed completely; who, in the mortal
urgency of their lives, could not refuse to suffer.

~ Lee H. Mccormack

Clark Myers May 24, 2012 at 04:24 PM
I like this very much Lee....quite dark my friend. Clark Myers
David Sisson August 09, 2012 at 05:01 PM
Lee..I knew you when !! We are esconced in the rurality of the Ozark mountains. Hope all is well...davidsisson65@yahoo.com


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