Chester Whitfield

The Earth weeps silently
when the soul is laid out
among the bed of flowers
that grow somberly along the stone wall
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Charlemagne killed for dawn
pouring through battle saddened trees
something better, the future
It lies in the arms and legs
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As a child I would often take a fishing pole
to the great stone dam behind my uncle's house
and cast out into the deep with wishes of landing something monstrous.
The ultimate struggle between boy and bass,
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He had a book in his lap,
and everything was right.
His stomach was full.
His two parents sat one story below
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Fluttering forth from the mouth of the cave
the bird of smoke twists and turns towards the light
diffusing
knowing only what it's told by others
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Crystals erupt from coffee stained Earth
stretching closer to the apocolyptic handshake
geometric beasts forming on the surface
of an even greater evil
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I bought new glasses
to see the bushes squirming
out of the corner of my eye
where the blood meets the beats
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A frog glides across frosty water
pooled at the base of a rock statue
tribute to years of cascading dreams
Drifting across the surface
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driving down the hill I
looked out over the
sprawling town
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It was a big room
with clean windows that spanned
one whole wall
and I sat in that stuffy room
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