Poem For Ryan
Corey Lynn
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Poem For Ryan
1245 7/28/10
You played for me in a dusty room
with one door behind me
and a small window against the back wall.
You played quietly with your eyes open.
Vague memories evoke me filling with steam
against the life of an older me.
I can barely remember your face.
But, I can see your hands like a clear photograph.
If I could go back to that place, I would beg you not to go.
Did you know you were dying?
Did you pray for your soul?
Was it silent there?
What was your last song;
The last time that you slid your fingers up and down the neck,
Of your worn black electric?
Did you sing ?
I wonder if your voice would sound familiar
If I listened to the tapes again.
Would it bring me back there,
so naive and free?
Would it erase history?
I feel for you.
It hurts.
Like a Goddamn pit in my stomach.
A realization that there is no agenda .
Believe me when I say that I would take your place.
Because you had something to give.
The essence of all that is human
and superhuman
was alive in your fingertips.
I hate to think of your body in the ground.
With the sunlight that once flowed through that room
Slanting on your grave.
1245 7/28/10
You played for me in a dusty room
with one door behind me
and a small window against the back wall.
You played quietly with your eyes open.
Vague memories evoke me filling with steam
against the life of an older me.
I can barely remember your face.
But, I can see your hands like a clear photograph.
If I could go back to that place, I would beg you not to go.
Did you know you were dying?
Did you pray for your soul?
Was it silent there?
What was your last song;
The last time that you slid your fingers up and down the neck,
Of your worn black electric?
Did you sing ?
I wonder if your voice would sound familiar
If I listened to the tapes again.
Would it bring me back there,
so naive and free?
Would it erase history?
I feel for you.
It hurts.
Like a Goddamn pit in my stomach.
A realization that there is no agenda .
Believe me when I say that I would take your place.
Because you had something to give.
The essence of all that is human
and superhuman
was alive in your fingertips.
I hate to think of your body in the ground.
With the sunlight that once flowed through that room
Slanting on your grave.
If I knew where it was I would take you there. There's much more than this
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make me cry . . .
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
thanks for posting.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
that cuts deep
jo
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If I knew where it was I would take you there. There's much more than this