All Fall Down Poem by Patti Masterman
All Fall Down
I think I am not entirely real but more
a conglomerate of ghosts
all come together: a party in a host.
Bring the chalice, bring the cross,
holy water in holy grail-
throw the heretic down the well.
To live is a verb, an actionable word;
a state of turning nothing
into something never heard.
If being is a noun,
and living is a crown-
why then must we break it, falling down?
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