So Called... Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

was called
was calling for too long
was called far too much
was summoned in a song
was squatted in a touch
was whispered through the storm
was craving the deepest word
was calling voices warm
was not left to die unheard

was cherished cave deep darkness
was lit up in a flame
was given in a smileness
a long forgotten name

was picked up from the floor
was hung onto the wall
was asked to be no more
the haunt of a dead long call

was made a picture map
was given a nice warm hand
was never allowed to slap
but a handshake to befriend

was taken down to earth
was given flesh and bone
was never killed at birth
was never left alone

was never dying nameless
left in tokens of a desire
was never burned quite blameless
it lived on sacred fire