Ever since the cabbages died
Her smile is a partition.
Beside it I rest a Paper Tiger
An altruist tearing
His pockets in shame
But no man has the right
To claim a woman’s pain.
She called them cabbages
But they were always children
Our sons and daughters.
Anabiosis cannot be
Breathed through war,
Whether meteor or bomb
Heat curdles just the same.
Ever since the cabbages died
I sit on the porch in silence
Draught after draught
A beggar’s bowl
Between my knees
I asked God first
But some prayers
Only the Devil will seize.
No woman has the right
To censure a man’s retreat.
A visage twinged
Sings the saddest songs
But who will listen?
The days are sparse
The days are wearisome.
Default or defunct
Each man crawls along
A broken heart cutting
The palms and knees
Of whoever greets him.
She called them cabbages
But they were always children
Our sons and daughters
Taken by the Country
To fight in wars that the rich
Should have sufficient fodder
To seed their seedy schemes.
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I took one look at this Wordle and knew immediately that it was going to be a challenge. I mean really what was I thinking?! Thanks to Jen for introducing me to Tim Buckley because it gave me inspiration for this piece.
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