RIP

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Old postcards never addressed
What ails us doctor? Never been this sad
That voice again proclaims it’s heading west
Lies the mob a school of fish rotting from the head

Shanghai chicken feet give crooked teeth new life
We try not to wonder where they used to walk
Bowing for Anthony tightens our grip on the knife
We chew through tears from heaven no words to talk

We can have the smartest phones
Keep us in chains wired anxious
Let anybody ‘splain you bout their jones
Empty your mind and hope it’s not contagious

Take a flight of stairs take what you need
Bury the secrets in the basement deep
Imagining the hurt is buried
Cardio for the soul will get no sleep

In the day when a man only got his letters
Once each day and usually in the morning
Thoughts were free of fetters
All day thereafter naps were set for snoring

Seems we don’t want to hear
The report someone close is dead
It hurts to feel if we see another bier
If we click through nod polite and bow our head?

Everyday the postman turns and walks away
Always leaving something someone thinks I need to know
Makes me laugh and shiver when the mockingbird has her say
Sometimes that voice is just a bird reminding us look out below.

RIP

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