paul bamberger

Vagrant History - Poem by paul bamberger

old man
old dog
old sea
in the distance a baby cries
she had enough of the garden and left
so it was we came into our own

being a holy man he would have none of it
passion bowed
she traveled north
feared the journey

spiritual man showed up
to show the way

but being a fool
all he could manage was to danced round the round of his own tired words

routine gets the better of a man
he didn’t travel well

soon towns were built
the people were worked hard

in the back streets rumor spread ofa terrible secret
the lie givers’ promise was a wind wreaking havoc

the people began to sweat
some tried to joked it away

others took to the mountains
most argued

the girl next door kept smiling
no one had told her

everybody kept working
building towns into great cities
in the railway concourse of a great city
an old woman sells flowers

a question drifts across the concourse

a night train arrives
passengers step down

hurry toward exits
a question in their eyes

no time for flowers
And on the street above goodfellow dressed to kill
hustles what he can

presses on
wife pregnant

sunday rages
can’t shake them

wife pregnant
take a second job

truth is
they really never did take to each other

last time she saw him he was standing in the shadows of a great city
asleep on his feet
And boys have always been sent off to war
the savvy know bury their dead and keep silent

the dead never lacking for paradox
refuse to leave
And the lie givers still stand their watch
the secret still rumored

but now they say the fish are all but gone
the white bear no longer able to make the next ice flow

old man
old dog
old sea
in the distance a baby cries

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2015

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