so i simply request

so i simply request

take my wounded soul

and lay it upon

the Butcher’s Block

and carve the darkness from my light

let my anguished spirit

bleed upon the floor

and run to that chasmic cosmic drain

that i know of it no more

let me heal

dress me with Sage and Curry

that i may be again

tasteful for the weary wayfarer

hurry

for they come

hungry for sustenance

there are memories

i have closed off

hoping the void

will steal their life

memories of undue strife

when “Karma” was blind

and “Reciprocity” was crippled

and “Balance”

drunken with its own image

Vanity was the rue

of that eternal day

and now we seek

a sort of justice

is it “just us”

or does every Soul

walk this ill fated path

tears matter much not

for relief is but a fleeting fancy

for you, for me, for Nancy

the pictures she Drew

were suspect at best

and everyone was guilty

and the mystery continued on

and in this reflection

detection of what ails me

is not amiss any more

for the score keeper

the jester and the weeper

have presented themselves

in the name of retribution

yet bearing no solution

so i simply request

take my wounded soul

and lay it upon

the Butcher’s Block

and carve the darkness from my light

© 6 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.