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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Bury me in a Prado Jeep


He was only seventeen
He wanted a Prado jeep
to contest with his peers
from the other side of the street.

To the darkness bound; he went
and he whimpered his greed
that they may offer a path
to strengthen his greed

He stole a twin
and brought entwined
to his soul
a journey of fate
that will snare his faith
In the loom of life

The strangled cry of the twin;
the agonized torture of a mother
the fearful haunting
the beheaded grimace of innocence
as silent witness
tore his sleep to pieces

The Baba’s bloody hands
could not silence his sleep
the twin’s cries of despair
from murdered innocence
and maternal agony
by seconds brought him
back to the field of blood
where he had sold his soul
to purchase a Prado jeep

Now at his guilty leisure
to the stern looks of justice
he revises his need
to obtain without sweat
the judge’s cold verdict
came like cold relief
from the terror of his dreams
from the tiny watching eyes
he had buried four feet upright by the stream

That which can only be earned
by honest day’s sweat
as the hammer fell on his life
and the black robed justice wrote
a whispered longing escaped
his parched cracked lips
one more last request
bury me in a Prado jeep!

They buried him in a Prado grave
six feet standing upright
next to the tiny staring eyes
by the stream
of his warped dreams!

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