Unsaid, Undead Poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

Unsaid, Undead

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Caged, winged dancers are trapped
Within iron-barred Things That Can’t Be Said

Drifters take round-stool seats,
Order something
Heady and toxic
Watch the dancers
Struggle for release

There, in the shadows,
Like dry, curling paint,
Lie dancing, dying words,
Things Left Unsaid,
Friendships Now Dead

“How sad! ” said Sadie,
Righteously wiping her scarred
And roughened hands

“Someone oughta say something! ”

(October,2006, Los Lunas, New Mexico)

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