Painful Memory
The words march
Through this pain filled head
As images thunder
On the street lined with history
How could this have been stopped
Certainly not at that distant time
It only would have been replaced
With another soul pounder
Dust is result
So maybe dust will stop it
There is a crush that comes
Over the hills of friendship
That is seen behind
Through life like picked weeds
They are seen in their death
Just because words were exchanged
Or arms and lips touched
Their lives ended because
What one of us said
Explained in the momentous feelings
Directed to leave this time
None of it happens
They remain as if endeared
To the crunch of bone
And the tearing of flesh
No matter what screams
No matter the throat vibration
Loud or soft
They return full
of senseless bravado
Wait for them in loneliness
They always bark
At a second’s edge
Barry G. Wick
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