Death By Diamond... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

While walking on a vacant beach, miles wide,
past sand-dunes built from a Clipper Tide,
saw a brilliant light, winking 'gainst the grain,
my eyes squinting from its heart-shaped ray.
What be this twinkling speck of valentine?
Could it be an Orb, some spiritual sign?

It was a heart-shaped diamond, precious stone,
without a circled ring to grasp its dome.
A karat, yes, no more, at best,
or eighty points, but nothing less.
How sad, no wedding band or cage,
razor sharp on a crown of blade;
just a tiny, shiny diamond dot
'neath a Winter Sun... at twelve o'clock.

I bent to grab the romance stone,
and spiked my finger to its bone,
on a sharply raised upper stud,
breaking flesh to a instant stream of blood.

No one, not a soul... around,
not a cab nor bus nor human sound.
Blue afternoon turned sunset red,
moments, became long hours of dread.
The bleeding, now, a sustained pour,
much heavier than it was before.
I 'd walked my path too far and wide,
now darkness comes, I 'm left to die.

Of course, I cried aloud, for help;
as I could not but help myself;
the only voice, an incoming tide,
waving ashore, mute to my cries.
Alas my final plea, a prayer to Christ,
before I lay me down to die, this night!

I guess they found my body when the sun rose again.
Who'd have thought Death be wrapped in a beautiful gem.

Alas, it's over, and though I shan't look back and weep-
It's the last time I'll drink IRISH JOE before I sleep!



______________- AFTERTHOUGHT-_____________

Don't ya' just abhor a jocund climax to a darkside story?
Never did it before, and probably'll never do it again...
__________________ F j R __________________



© MMXV-All rights reserved
Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR