David McLansky Poems
They told us all 'to just stay put, '
Breathing ashes and blackened soot,
'Put a towel against the door, '
'Wet it first, put it on the floor; '
'The Firemen were on the way, '
That's what 911 said that day;
But I've always had an ornery streak,
When told to obey and to be meek,
We were told to wait in that fiery din;
'Be patient, the firemen were coming in; '
But I rebelled; I could not sit still,
I would not cling to the windowsill,
I was tired of always following orders,
I had to think of my two daughters;
So for once I dared to rebel
Perhaps they shall love me better after Death
When this writhing Spirit shall finally lay stlll;
When my exhaled thoughts exiled in sighing breaths,
My latest cast rough hewn beyond my will;
No longer will my talent evoke surprise;
My casket a pine bookcase that I had used
To stack the living thoughts that I devised.
You’ll prop my molten corpse, my books unread;
Dull worms will feed on my living pages when I'm dead,