Sunday, April 30, 2017

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Eight


Massless

The day God
does not
work

is when
things make
least sense

can't
repent
enough

to know
what
happened

roles
reversed
all abandoned

tomorrow
there's work
because Monday

say so
is only
commandment

sun
see-saws
all day

a toddler
head of state
and sky

children
will lead us
off cliff

old and dying
look up
and laugh

you're out
of sorts
of course

thrown back
in cup
roll out morning

snake-eyed
dead pupils
dismissed

class
will begin
forever.


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