GARDENERS
by Perry Thompson

those who never lifted earth
lift my son's body in its sleeping

whispered prayers can't conceal
the open wound in his chest

but i've hidden seeds in the boy
so when he's planted in the ground

rebellion will push up
like some crazy crimson flower


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Copyright © 2006 - Perry Thompson
Published: 11/30/06   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem