Kim Schilling

Rookie (1967 / Illinois)

Dead Men Tell No Tales - Poem by Kim Schilling

Cold gray granite
rests upon this sullen earth;
A tribute to a great man –
Who knew nothing of himself.

The spirit chained by deceit,
and heightened with lies
for all he felt lacked;
poisoned with self-loathing.

A mask melded to his weathered face
to conceal a misplaced soul,
lost long ago to all the ruse;
better than to be revealed.

Like the burden of a heavy heart,
carrying on the life of an impostor,
but to discern truth from fiction;
he is no longer a capable man.

Harnessed by a yoke of angst,
riddled with craving for extol;
such resistance finally sealing his fate,
and dead men tell no tales.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 5, 2008

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