Ode To Death

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Books in a case

All a-jumble

Papers and documents

Ready to crumble

None from this year

None perennial

Except perhaps the Bible

(Or should I say Bibles?)

And books on religious teachings

And religion

Even Demons and Devils.

Films, CDs, DVDs

All from a time past

A world forgotten

But still remembered Classics.

Leaves fallen, pages missing, backs torn and broken

Lost.

Absent Jackets

And Covers

No longer cared for

Cassettes and tapes.

Used, used-up

No longer meaningful

Occupying a space, a case

Whose value is in question

While housing irrelevant

Unusable

Memories

Thoughts

Gathering

Dust.

Like a Carcass

Not quite an Artifact

A Relic.

Not even a Reminder

For no-one knows what’s there.

Would have to check

And try to recall the why and “what’s-it”.

Were they ever read?  Listened to?

The magazines?  Videos?  Films viewed?

To what end, for what purpose?

Just for something to do

And collect.

To seem intelligent

To appear knowledgeable

Then cast away

Shoved away

Removed

To someplace

Out of sight of daily living

Hidden from view

Of all, bar the occasional Guest

Who welcomes Death

Seeing it in truth

Not a ruse

A ploy to deceive

But in all they eat and drink and breathe

Of the Past

Lingering Languishing

In a Case.

A Case of Death –

Of Life

misused,

ill-spent,

denied.

Not recovered, Unrecoverable….hope.

No point pretending

As even with new binding

Staples or Glue

They have been discarded

forever

Obsolete.

In their past ‘existence’

Useless.

Not fit for requirements

Merely serving a purpose

To those who did not know

What they really needed.

Providing a “show”

Of IMAGINED possibilities

Potential yearned for

In the vanity of self-deception.

Self-negation

Of the negative self

That they were.

Books In A Case

All in a jumble

Papers and Documents

Ready to Crumble

None from this Year

None Perennial

Except perhaps…

MAYBE…

The Bible

Which says in part

“Dust Thou Art”.

 

 

 

 

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Offshoots Of A Building

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Poking out of the exterior
Hanging on for dear life
Overlooking the water
Underscoring the picture
Of a building.

Offshoots.

Shooting out of the structure
Sticking tightly to the frame
Staggering in their position
Unbalancing the view
Of a building.

Offshoots.

Like missiles at the ready
Like projectiles rejected by the body
Like addendums and afterthoughts
To a hasty conception
Of a building.

Offshoots.

Making all seem accidental
Unplanned
A mere sketch, an artists’ draft
A scheming scam
Of a building.

Offshoots.

Sprouting pridefully
Disdaining the surroundings
Arrogantly strutted
Daring one to challenge,
To contest
The right of its support
To be where
Where once was a litttle open space
For thorns or berries and rocks and grass
And creatures unknown.
Where the wind did blow
Cooling, refreshing, reprieving
The bank on which it stands.

Offshoots
Of a building
Development
Housing –
An incomparable reminder
Of what is lost.