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Coffin Lid

Midnight falls on everyone.
Graves are full by morning sun.
Stars that sprinkle – headstone shine
– on you.

Fingernails so perfect red
Lip gloss dripping from your head
Toes that blacken when you’re dead
Scratching, scratching –
Coffin Lid

Dancing shoes in the corner now
Dreams and hopes forlorn us now
Screaming eyes – put to rest
Hoping that our souls are blessed
Hoping that we passed the test

Morning sun,
Morning sun,
Has come.
Graveyard quiet.
Scratching done.

Goodbye.

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Are We Real?

If not for Heaven’s sake, this life of ours,
nor to reincarnate for earlier flaws,
Then what is our purpose in this test?

To work and toil to correct the wrongs –
which wouldn’t be without our throngs?
without our presence comes no protest?

That we should comfort the sick and feed the poor –
clothe the homeless and pity the whore –
hold the hand of lonely he – whose
brightest moment lacks prosperity?

I ask you lord, in my miniscule role –
as one who is asked to supply the dole –
To care for others continuously –
in the face of no reason to be?

For this grueling field is set by you –
the misery, the carnage, the bally-hoo…
our own eyes spectators at best…

Yet we are asked to cure the plight –
of others who under your own might
would never exist in such unrest.

And so dear lord I must pray to thee,
if you are god of love and not misery –
to bring them all into your home –
accepted into Heaven’s womb –
and end this test of good and wrong –
give us rest unto angelic song –
For my shoulders weary, never strong,
or this be hell,  forever long.
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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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