A Price To Pay


A Price To Pay

A Price To Pay

down hometown lane
moth pulled
to the beacon blue
thick siren wail of
death’s ghastly debut.

spiteful pother
masked sight
of the wrecking ball
that snuffed my young friends
Flavian candle

grisly mound
flecked with scarlet dew
which grim grey blanket
can’t hide from my view

wires bind my legs
but run
with blood like cold lead
while by the school’s yard
I was the one dead

had preceded me
with news
of corpse with fair hair
many gasped and cried
as I now stood there

united in tears
we sang,
with dust motes dancing
in sunlit eddies,
Morning Has Broken

1 Comment
  1. Avatar of Nancy Denofio
    Nancy Denofio says

    Paul I have been reading your work in Got Poetry and several venues and it continues to grow, your writing is deep yet I have found it reaching the surface, as this poem, it is wonderful and it sounds like you, I believe you get excited over writing, and the words show this. Sincerely, Nancy

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