David McLansky Poems

(35) The Marble Room


She asked to see where I lived;
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Don’t stand around my grave and weep,
Compressing the earth beneath your feet,
Red eyed, mumbling in your moans,
Searching for means to atone;
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I’ve had enough of death
The gasp for air, the struggling breath;
Let those who kill, jailed, live on,
That they their breathing may reflect upon;
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How fortunate to walk a path
That I can take and call my craft,
A solitary form of Art
That doesn't need another's part;
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David and Elaine’s Epic Birthday
Battle May 2007

David: Said Cupid to
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Monday, December 07,2009

Riff on Ely Funky Boots' Rare Flower
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The son I carried
On my shoulders
Who I fed and clothed
Until he was older,
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The Priest Before the Altar (21)

The Priest stood solemn and long did linger

At the reliquary of St. Boniface's finger, 

Encased in silver and in gold, 

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The Sign of Sin (4)

And so the Nun who climbed the wall
Beguiled by love, forgetting all,
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