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By: Dreadlox33~

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Sometimes I was known
As part of the stillness;
Dust falling on me
From a lost sermon.
And I had been known
To fall asleep as
The Man was talking
And awaken from
A prudent elbow-jab.
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It happened still
That I corrected myself
And that same preacher was
Droning on and on …and I became
Quite proud that I was
Able to hibernate through
Most of his hyphenated anecdotes.
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I’d been known to look
Around at the wooden carvings
And stone buttresses
And wonder how in God’s name
(Oh, I’m sorry)
How in the Hell … did some guy
Craft that mitered arch
And place a cross in the center?
Maybe he just had some
Extra wood and help that day.
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Sometimes we’d talk in the alley
About the devil and hell;
And joke about where we might
End up…in the pit
Of a Black Sun; Or draw the pictures
Of satan with chalk in defiance
Of those “older guys.”
…but the devil always seemed depicted
With a grin on his face
And having more fun.
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There were always plenty
Of “slow” people who showed up
And talked about their doctors
Appointments and hip replacements;
Pills and groaned when they got up.
…and then sure as the
Hell-of-red-carpet, we’d end up
Burying one of them the following
Week;  Below that mitered arch.
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And through all this “hibernating”
And burying I one day discovered I was
Part of that stained wood and
Etched stone crafting.
It fell into place that we
Have to have a Day Seven to
Intersect the others and make
Sense of it all.
Even when it doesn’t make sense.
Even when that chalk-devil
Is part of my life.
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I was always told God
Lived here …but so strange
I don’t see him much
…but I gotta believe
God lives here somewhere.
Probably in Florida;
There’s a lot of old people
…and eulogies expected down there.
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~ …ian
~ 4-11-14