We are forlorn bodies
Lingering over the barbed wires of time
From our journey of a thousand miles that begun
As a rat race of sorts,
Of mice and men
We hang …
Waiting for our remnant bodies to
Our forsaken energies to return.
We are the “mules uh de world” *
Carrying the weight of the world on our shoulders
Everyone’s hopes, dreams, future, goals, aspirations
We give all the love we got, ain’t nothin’ left to spare for
We give all the time we have, ain’t nothin’ left to spend with
We surrender it all, every passing second and breath,
Withholding nothing. *
We are desperate hands
Of the second clock
Marking time for
Realized dreams, languid hopes
For a time o’clock we know so well
Yet cannot tell.
We are waiting
Like the market women who plucked
the ripe corn husks from the maize-bush
Only after the harmattan windschave passed
We are waiting for yes-es and more
For acceptance and assurance
For a certainty and finality.
~Copyright, PoeTori Inc.
(December 31st, 2013)
* “mules uh de world” ~ direct reference to Zora Neale Hurston’s “Of Mice and men”
* “Withholding nothing” ~ direct reference to William McDowell’s new soundtrack. That’s been my worship steeze for a while now. 🙂