8/11/91- Can't Shake It

                                        8/11/91
                                  New York City
 
             Can't Shake It
 
         One day,suddenly,
         We came upon a corner
         Where I without feeling knew
         Before anything was in view
         That pain was sitting there,bleeding.
 
         The car had become two dimensional
         A cardboard prop from a skit
         That no one would laugh at;
         Pain sat on the curb,bleeding.
 
         The thick white tarp covered the grass,
         A piece of street,the human bodies
         The blood they held minutes before
         When life drove up the boulevard
         Before pain held his head,bleeding.
 
         In fifteen seconds I saw all this
         In two days my heart felt even more
         That I live to walk another day
         To love,make mistakes and grow
         Is a gift I value delicately
         For death is a transition of an eventual nature
         And pain sits with the living,quietly.


(inspired by Vallejo)